Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 8

8- I Needed to weep

Sarah’s pov

“Sarah. Don’t you think you are being emotional? Justin can never stay angry loves you and you know that.”

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you. He

My friends Nadia and Shella were trying to console me. Justin did not receive my call after that. I knew he loved me and cared for me.

This was the first time he did not talk to me for almost three days.

“I agree with Nadia,” Shella spoke for the first time, “Give some time to him. It was just a silly bet. We tried to warn you that Olivia is just jealous of you. She was after Justin for quite some time.”

Shella who had a secret crush on Justin tried to scold me. Nadia did like Justin but at least she had a steady boyfriend. Shella was still single by choice.

We all were sitting in the luxury suite of our hotel.

“Don’t worry about Justin. Granny told me that maid is not much beautiful. I trust my fiancé.” My fingers were intertwined under my chin, “It’s just that… he is upset because of me.”

I did not know why I was getting this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Justin. Baby!

He was never much impressive about his feelings. He had been a serious guy from a young age since he lost his mom.

We had been close family friends until I started developing feelings for him. When I offered him to get engaged to me, he said yes. Because there was no one else in his life except a few meaningless flings.

After the engagement, I was over the moon. Justin was at last, mine. But my happiness was short–lived. After getting engaged to him how my close circle started treating me was another story. They were jealous because I got what they could not imagine having.

Justin De Luca.

Nadia and Shella kept glued to me in those hard times.

The hatred was genuine, but I never gave a damn. Our fathers had been business partners, and no power on earth could budge me from my decision to remain with Justin.

Granny was the one who wanted Justin to get married to someone else before marrying me. I never liked the idea and almost hated her for it.

At last, when I gave in to her idea, she tried to convince me that the girl she chose was not beautiful. She was a poor girl who was there as a maid. Justin rarely talked to girls. He never communicated with any maid except Helga.

Then why I was feeling so insecure?

Why was I getting these strange feelings in the pit of my stomach?

I jumped a little when my phone started ringing.

Justin?

I hurriedly picked up my phone and saw Helga’s name blinking on the screen. Now why she was calling me?

“Helga?” I spoke and nodded at my friends before stepping on the balcony. I wanted privacy.

“Ms. Sarah? I am sorry that I am disturbing you.”

“No, no, Helga. Please speak. What is it? How is Justin?” Helga might be his maid, but she had been like an elderly for both of us.

I had no shame in admitting that she seemed to love me more than Justin. And why not? I used to slip extra cash in her hands quietly when no one was watching. She was the one who told me what Justin liked and disliked. What was his favorite food? His favorite color?

Everything!

“Young master is good, Ms. Sarah.”

“And how is that maid? Is she beautiful? Cunning?” The question made Helga quiet.

“Helga? Hello?” I thought I lost the connection.

“Yes, Ms. Sarah. I am right here.” She paused for a few minutes, “Ms. Sarah. She is pretty. But there is no comparison with you. You are too beautiful to compete.”

I smirked shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I had been hearing it since childhood.

“But Ms. Sarah…”

Now I was getting irritated by these silly pauses. Why Helga was being a drama queen?

“The girl might not be as pretty. But she sure is too cunning.”

That got my attention like anything, “What do you mean, Helga?”

“We held her luggage because we wanted to go through her stuff… Just you know … for security purposes.”

“Helga!” I rolled my eyes, “It’s not good! That’s a breach of privacy!” If Justin would hear that he might kill her, “It’s her right to get her suitcases back. Oh my God!” It had been quite some time since her wedding. And they did not return her suitcases to her?

Why?

I did not know how she was managing. This was dangerous. All these tricks could awaken empathy in Justin’s heart for that so–called wife of his.

“I am sorry, Ms. Sarah.” I could detect fear in Helga’s voice. Poor woman! “There are some documents that I got from her bag. I thought you might be interested in it…”

“Whatever it is,” I hissed through my clenched teeth, “Return her stuff!”

Without bothering to hear her response, I disconnected the call and stormed inside my room.

Shella and Nadia were busy in a heated argument about some ramp model on the huge LED hanging on the wall. Shella thought he looked like Justin. Nadia was saying his six pack abs were like my fiancé’s.

Oh, boy! I was not the only one whose mind was occupied by him.

“Girls!” I clapped, “Get your ass moving. We are leaving.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Where?”

Both of them stood up in shock shooting questions at me, “Our one–week trip is still left, Sarah!” Nadia complained.

“We need to get back home. Justin needs us. I need to see if that girl should be there in his life or should be thrown away.”