Chapter 8 The Chosen One 3

At Twinnies Palace, Xavier's residence, a place where dreams come true... or at least that's what all the servants thought, except Anya.

Along with the four other girls, there are Paris, Emily, Diana, and Rose. Unfortunately, out of all of them, only Paris was nice to her. And the rest didn't seem to like her very much.

Because of this, Anya and Paris decided to sleep together in the same room, leaving the other three to sleep in other rooms.

Tonight, there was a rumor going around that young master Xavier was going to throw a party. And he was going to invite all of his wealthy friends.

Of course, this meant that the servants would have to put in extra hours to help the esteemed Chef Gio prepare for the party.

And two lucky people will have the honor of serving young master Xavier's guests until the morning.

Yes, till morning. All those rich kids really know how to party!

Rimar came up to the girls and started explaining about the task.

"You should know, for this job, you will be paid three times your usual salary," Rimar, the head of the household, explained with a twinkle in his eye.

"You also get to see how the grandchildren and children of the rich get along, what they talk about. Isn't that fun?"

Everyone looked so enthusiastic, except Anya.

Poor She seemed uninterested, pretending to be busy as she helped Chef Gio arrange the food on the plates. Angel and Diana, on the other hand, seemed very happy and confident that they would be chosen.

They were not even shy, offering themselves, before Rimar could finish her sentence!

"Now, before I decide who will serve the guests, I'd like to have a word with the young master. So..." Rimar sighed, excused herself from the kitchen and walked to the fourth floor to meet Xavier.

It didn't take long for Rimar to return, her footsteps echoing in the kitchen as she prepared to announce who had been chosen. Anya, not expecting much, busied herself with the towering pile of dishes that Chef Gio desperately needed.

"Young master Xavier has made his decision," Rimar announced, his eyes glaring at the excited waiters.

"Angel, you are the chosen one," Rimar announced with a smile.

Angel, a feisty Chinese-American girl, could not contain her excitement. Diana and Rose hugged her tightly while Paris rolled her eyes, disgusted by the sight of the three people.

However, Anya knew better.

Oh, she was well aware of the sneakiness hidden behind their friendly faces. Behind Angel's back, Diana enjoyed gossiping about her unique dialect, while Angel didn't hesitate to share stories about Diana's keloid-like surgical scars. They are experts in stabbing and blaspheming, all the while wearing the mask of friendship. But Paris, may God bless her soul, had seen it all. She had warned Anya, to be on her guard.

"Ms. Rimar, who is the second girl?" Diana hurriedly asked, her confidence overflowing as she hoped to be chosen as the maid for the night of the party.

Rimar smiled, her gaze shifting to Anya, who was still trying hard to ignore the drama unfolding in the kitchen.

"Anya, young master Xavier has chosen you," Rimar announced with a smile. Anya's hands trembled, and the plate she was holding almost slipped from her fingers.

"Why... why me?" Anya whispered to herself, her heart pounding.

She wasn't too happy to meet the man who brought her to this place. The man who was now taking her on the thrilling adventure of cleaning eighteen bathrooms in the span of a day! Just imagine if she spent an hour cleaning, that meant she could spend eighteen hours a day having fun in a smelly toilet!

"Hey, Anya!" Rimar cheerfully called out, without getting an immediate answer from Anya.

Hesitantly, the girl spun around, turning her grim expression into a wide, fake smile. Covering up her annoyance.

"You'd better start getting ready now," she said playfully.

"Of course, Auntie."

Anya glanced down, feeling a little unsure about taking the next step.

If the opportunity arose, she would happily trade places with Diana, who looked very eager to be chosen!

Anya couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of her eye, that Diana was muttering to herself while looking at her with an evil gaze.

"Help me, Paris!"

Anya then gave Paris a hopeful look, and Paris responded with two enthusiastic thumbs up and congratulations! Actually, Paris was well aware that her friend wasn't too keen on this idea. But Paris was happy to see Diana lose hope.

***

Later that evening...

After delivering the drinks to the girls, Anya's attention turned back to the boys' area, where she saw Angel still in the back, engaged in small talk with one of Xavier's friends.

Surprisingly, Xavier himself was nowhere to be seen among the bustling crowd. Anya's eyes wandered anxiously in search of the enigmatic host of the party, until, by chance, her gaze collided with the piercing gaze of a man peering silently from behind an open window in the magnificent ballroom.

The moment their eyes met, a strange and unusual feeling came over Anya, though it took her a few seconds to realize that the man watching her was none other than Noah, the older young master.

His captivating blue eyes, reminiscent of the vastness of the ocean, gazed at her with a captivating gaze, and a warm smile played across his lips. As Anya making her way to the door to meet him, Noah suddenly gestured for her to remain there, his expression urgent.

Reluctantly, she backed away, unsure of the reason behind his silent request.

"ANYA SMITH!"

Interrupting her reverie, Xavier's voice boomed through the air, drawing her attention to his sudden presence before her.

"Since when is he here?" Anya wondered to herself, quite surprised by Xavier's sudden presence.

Towering over her, Xavier's striking face exuded an aura of authority and allure. But still, she was not interested in Xavier, but those blue eyes.

"You will serve me, tonight!" Xavier said in a commanding tone. Anya, her brows furrowed in confusion, looked at him curiously and worriedly. His words confused her, struggling to understand their true meaning.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You will be my personal assistant," he explained.

"And...as my personal servant, you must remain by my side at all times," Xavier explained, his voice filled with authority. His words hung in the air, leaving Anya confused and unsure.

"Everytime?"

"Yeah, everytime..." He hissed.

"But what about my duty to serve your friends?" Anya asked, a flicker of desperation creeping into her voice as she searched for a reasonable excuse to distance herself from Xavier's demanding presence.

"Don't worry, because I will have Marimar arrange for additional servants to help serve my friends," Xavier assured her.

With quick steps, Xavier strode purposefully towards his friends, pausing for a moment before casting a piercing gaze towards Anya. The intensity of his gaze startled Anya, demanding her immediate compliance.

However, she remained rooted to the spot, torn between her desire to follow the obnoxious young master and the mysterious attraction of Noah's gaze that kept looming over her mind.

"Anya, why are you still standing there like a fool? Come on, you should accompany me wherever I go!" Xavier's voice echoed throughout the hall, reminding her that all eyes were now on her.

Succumbing to the pressure, Anya reluctantly followed the obnoxious young master, her mind still focused on Noah's mysterious presence.

However, before she could fully process the unfolding events, an extremely beautiful girl appeared, stepping defiantly in front of Xavier. Anya was momentarily stunned by the girl's beauty, her flawless figure draped in a luxurious white dress that exuded an aura of luxury and elegance.

"Who is this girl, Xav?" the girl demanded, her tone laced with obvious possessiveness. Anya could only marvel at her captivating presence, a stunning portrait of beauty and privilege.

"None of your business, Courtney, get out of my way, now!" snapped Xav.

But the girl never seemed to give up. After getting a less than friendly answer from Xav, the girl then set her sights on Anya. She walked over and quickly grabbed Anya's hair.

"You're that bitch, right? You're the bitch who took my Xavier! Don't you know he's my future fiancé?!" Courtney screeched loudly. Anya groaned. Had she known that drunk girl would do something crazy to her? Maybe she would have avoided her.

"Courtney! Stop it! Are you out of your mind?!" Xavier immediately turned around and helped Anya.

But Courtney wouldn't remove her hand from Anya's hair.

"Let go of me!" Anya yelled.

"Call Hans now!" Xav ordered Angel.

"Stop this madness, Courtney!" Xav dragged his ex away from Anya.

"Xav, why are you stopping me? I want to claw that slut's face off?"

"Stop it, Courtney!"

"Are you blind, Xav? Am I not pretty enough? So you're having an affair with her?" Courtney said as she released Anya's hair and started crying like crazy.