The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 

‘Allison Zimmer, as long as you stay with that man for tonight, your mom’s medical bills will be taken care of.” 

Outside the presidential suite, Allison’s lips were sealed tight. 

She was a maid to the Flanagan family, and due to her resemblance to Penelope, the daughter of the Flanagan family, she suffered so much humilation from her. But this time, she was asked to spend the night with a man! 

However, thinking of her hospitalized mother, she finally nodded, “Alright, I’ll do it.” 

Allison pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, filled with the heavy smell of alcohol and a man’s heavy breathing. 

She fumbled her way to the bed, only to be yanked down before she could utter a word, losing control and falling onto the bed. A hot body pressed against hers. On instinct, she screamed, “No…” 

“I’ll take responsibility.” The man’s voice was deep, and at the same time, his lips found her cheek. 

Allison stopped resisting, remembering Penelope’s instructions. Closing her eyes, she bore everything with tears and humiliation, biting her lip. 

Late into the night. 

Allison slowly sat up, picking up her scattered clothes to put them on. She collected all the scattered items into her bag, not noticing that a glittering necklace was also picked up. 

She clenched her teeth and cast one last glimpse at the man on the bed. His shirt slid down to his waist, exposing a powerful upper torso and a lovely face above. 

Without hesitation, she quickly left the room. Penelope, all dolled up, was waiting for her at the end of the corridor. 

“Ms. Flanagan, I did what you asked. The money you promised…” Allison bit her lip, clutching her shirt tight. 

Penelope glanced at her with disgust, her gaze falling on a mark on Allison’s neck, increasing her repulsion. 

This night should have been hers, but Penelope had already had her first time! 

Penelope pulled out a bank card from her bag and tossed it to her. “Don’t you dare breathe a word of this, or I’ll make you pay!” 

Allison nodded in silence, the bruises on her body aching like fire. She wouldn’t say a word, nor did she want anyone to know. 

Satisfied, Penelope walked away, eager to enter the room. 

In the morning. 

Lucian opened his eyes. Just as he sat up, the woman beside him moaned. He looked over. 

Rubbing her eyes, Penelope quickly pulled the covers tighter, staring at the man in front of her, panicked. 

“What happened?” 

Lucian glanced at her, “About last night, I’m sorry. I’ve arranged for a driver to take you home. I owe you an explanation.”