The Billionare's secret affair-

Cordaphia Pov.

(Wanted)

"Does it still hurt?" I shook my head at the fairy god mother as she treated my wound, she took care of me after Voog blue eyes took me to the guest room.

He had just come out a while ago, someone called his cell phone and that's when he lost his worry.

While I was sitting restlessly, I didn't see the next cobra. Because blue eyes passed him that's why we couldn't talk anymore.

I snorted, why are we talking? He didn't care about his surroundings and didn't really pay attention to the folding of his longsleeve.

thx,

"Why did you leave so soon?" My nose grew longer at the fairygod mother's question.

"N-because I saw a cobra.."

"Huh?" I looked away, he bandaged my elbow and wrapped it with white tape. It hurts but you can move it.

I smiled at the lady. "Thank you, I'm sorry for the trouble.."

"There's nothing, seniorito stuart won't pass you by because of what happened here.."

Stuart?

Is two arts.

Two drawings?

"By the way, can I ask for water before leaving?"

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, I need to find a job so I'm leaving.."

The lady nodded. "Wait for seniorito first.."

I sighed, he put the equipment away and stood up before placing the kit in the cabinet.

After a few seconds, the door opened on its own and spat out the blue eyes.

"Is your wound all right?" he immediately came to me, I couldn't take his form as if he worked for a big company, his clothes were stylish and he smelled even better.

"O-yes.." who wouldn't stutter to a man who is fragrant and handsome. I'm not sure what kind of smell I have, he even picked me up earlier.

"I'm sorry about what happened, I didn't think you would suddenly cross earlier.." I snorted, that's right. It's my fault because I got addicted to the ice cream I saw.

"A-it's okay, it's my fault.."

"It`s my fault too, my fault too.."

"No, I'm the only one to blame.." he smiled at me.

"I was the one who bumped into you, it's my fault that you got hurt.."

"If I don't cross, you won't hit me.."

"But I have a control, I didn't brake immediately so it's my fault too.."

"Alright, it's your fault.." I cried before standing up, because he was bending over me and all he had to do was touch my forehead to his.

"I'm leaving, thank you."

"I prepared food; you should eat first before you leave."

"I-I'm not really h-hungry..." I replied, though my stomach growled, betraying my hunger.

"Your tummy is screaming," he said. I avoided eye contact, embarrassed by my noisy stomach.

I hugged myself. Goosebumps.

"I-I need to go. I'll just take the food with me."

He smiled, nodding, then turned to my fairy godmother.

"Packed her foods, auntie," she nodded. I glanced at the old woman, surprised by the term.

"Is she your aunt?"

He looked at me. "Nope, I just call her auntie. I don't like 'manang' or 'yaya.'"

I nodded, assuming he was a relative. But apparently not; he just respects her. But who is this handsome cobra?

Are they siblings?

Fairy godmother handed me the food, and I left the mansion. Handsome Blue Eyes offered to walk me, but he got called away.

I thanked him and walked alone, not asking about them. Fairy godmother even gave me a tumbler of water.

Again, I traversed the hot road, distancing myself from that mansion. I stopped at the church where I bought bibingka earlier, entered, and sat in a corner.

There, I opened the food, savoring its aroma. I bit my lip and made the sign of the cross before eating.

"Thank you, Lord, for the food."

I stayed in the church that day, eating the abundant food fairy godmother sent twice. I was full until the church closed at night.

A lady allowed me to rest there, probably a church servant. I sighed, watching the big electric fan above.

As it spun, the lady opened what was on top. I smiled. I wanted to thank her, but she was gone before I could see her again.

Oh, sorry about that. Life has been tough, and I'm not asking for anything fancy, but my situation has left me feeling sorry for myself. I can't support my grandparents and even neglected my younger sibling. They're in the province with our grandmother, and we're now orphans after our parents, who worked as cooks on a ship, tragically died when their vessel sank. I woke up with a heavy heart, thinking about my sibling, grandmother, and grandfather. After a quick wash at the church, I left feeling grateful to the caretaker. However, outside, people seemed to stare, even the rice cake vendor who usually ignores me. I wondered if my appearance had changed or if I now looked like Angelina. Someone pointed at me, asking if I was her. Confused, I avoided them and quickened my pace.

I'm not familiar with Manila and often roam around in search of work. Suddenly, people started following me, and I couldn't understand why. They claimed they saw "that woman," and for some reason, they were chasing me without explanation. Fearful, I ran and managed to escape into a restaurant, locking myself in. I saw the pursuers pass by, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I asked the lady at the restaurant if I could order, and to my surprise, she recognized me from a photo. She insisted I join her, saying she could make money from me. Panicking, I asked how, and she showed me a wanted poster. Turns out, I've been wanted since yesterday, and Villegas Company is looking for me. The poster stated a reward, leaving me shocked and confused about why they're after me.

Cordaphia Pov

(I'm still in the restaurant where she treated me to their best-selling dish. I don't know the name of what I ate, but the savory meat lingers on my tongue.

The owner is really kind to me, even giving me dessert and a cool glass of iced tea. I examine her smile as I sip; she must need something, hence the sudden kindness.

She could be paying me, but what will happen to my life if I'm handed over to the Villegas?

"I'll take you to the Villegas company..." I easily swallow the cool iced tea at her words, as I suspected. She needs something, so she gives me food, probably thinking I look like I'm starving.

"I-I don't know those Villegas, I don't know what they want from me."

"It seems you haven't wronged them. You don't have any issues, and they're just looking for you." I stare at her; they're searching for me, but I don't even know them?

"If I were you, I'd go with them. The Villegas might need you."

"Who are these Villegas?"

"They're wealthy people, well-known here in Manila." She scrutinizes my face and attire. "Don't you know them?"

"No."

"Well, that explains it. But if I were you, I'd visit them. They're the wealthiest people here in Manila, successful and influential."

I still have no idea who they are; I'm not from here. But it's strange that they need me.

I almost faint, thinking I've committed a crime, but my record in Manila is clean, except for the countries I've visited.

"Don't worry; I'll accompany you and won't leave you." I glance at her suspiciously; she looks like she's after money.

"If the Villegas really give the reward money, I'll share it with you and help you get home, wherever that is."

I purse my lips, suddenly interested but hesitant. What if I can't leave? What if the Villegas take me and make me a servant in their palace?

I shake my head.

But the money is tempting; if this woman is telling the truth, I can finally go back to grandma.

I nod; it's easy to escape if they turn out to be bad people. There's no harm in taking a chance.

All for the sake of money.

With Mrs. in tow, we took a taxi to her mentioned company. It was a long ride, delayed by traffic. Yet, upon seeing the building, my weariness from the journey vanished. My neck almost strained from gazing at the towering structure; I couldn't see the top as I stood at the very bottom.

"Come on..." Mrs. pulled me, wearing a face mask and a hat, as we walked towards the sliding door guarded by a security personnel.

"What do you need?" the guard asked, denying us entry. But Mrs. confidently spoke, deterring him.

"I want to see the Villegas. I have something to show them."

"Do you have a scheduled appointment to talk to them?"

"No, but I have the woman they're looking for with me." The guard shifted his gaze to me, scrutinizing before whispering to his colleague, denying us entry.

"Wait here for a moment."

I sighed; Villegas must be quite special. We couldn't enter.

Yet, some women did. They just showed their ID and went inside.

This building is something else.

When will I get into a job like this?

"Proceed to the service area; a woman is waiting there," the guard said, and Mrs. quickly pulled me.

We entered a somewhat shabby interior. I didn't know how many days I'd been wearing this outfit – maybe the second or third by now. I couldn't change, running out of time, unaware of what was happening in my world. I didn't bother changing clothes.

Add to that, my slippers didn't match.

My suitcase was left at the restaurant; Mrs. promised we would leave together after facing the person looking for me.

"Follow me..." said the lady escorting us to the elevator. I followed, slightly nervous, wondering what they needed from someone as simple as me.

I didn't have a golden Buddha.

I didn't know the way to the mine with the gushing oil.

All I knew was sweeping and mopping.

That's it.

The elevator opened after a few minutes, and the height we reached surprised me. As I looked out the window, it wasn't concrete I saw, but a towering building.

A building that almost matched my height.

"Follow me," the lady leading us said, her forehead wrinkling as she switched to Tagalog, raising an eyebrow at us.

"You're a big deal here, dear. If I were you, I'd follow what the Villegas want," the woman whispered to me, her breath smelling of garlic.

I avoided eye contact, sniffed my breath, and even checked my armpits-they were fine. Confirming, it was the woman with the strong odor.

"I thought you were just accompanying me to find out their intentions."

"Yes, but this person wouldn't spend a large amount unless they need something from you."

"In that case, there's a possibility you'll leave me here!"

"I can't do anything if they kick me out after giving the money."

I frowned at the woman, realizing she might just be dragging me into the Villegas' schemes.

"You know, it's better that I saw you and brought you here. There are people who might take you, and they could raise the Villegas' price just to get you. Aren't you lucky?"

"How am I lucky?" I rolled my eyes, feeling light-headed from the air she was exhaling. But as the woman stopped in front of a double door, our conversation ceased.

She knocked twice, waited a few seconds, and the door opened.

A woman with thick lipstick appeared, making me wonder why it extended beyond her lips. Her eyebrows raised when she looked at the woman who knocked.

"Yes?"

"They're looking for Mr. Villegas," the woman turned her head towards us, my gaze unintentionally lingering on her chest.

"Who are they?"

"I have something to show Mr. Villegas. The woman he's looking for is with me."

The woman answered, and the secretary-like lady's eyebrows raised even higher.

"Okay..." that was all she said before fully opening the door. The woman entered first, and the other lady turned to guide us to Mr. Villegas' supposedly elusive office.

"Sir, you have visitors today," said the man in the swivel chair, facing away. The woman with bold lipstick spoke, and he signaled without turning. After their silent exchange, the woman left, leaving just the two of us in the office.

"What do you want?" The voice made me uneasy as I hid behind the woman. I heard that voice before, but where?

"I'm with the woman you're looking for," I mumbled, unsure whether to face the man or not.

"Leave," his tone made me swallow hard. Was he dismissing us? Did he no longer need me?

As the woman moved, I looked up, and she faced me with a serious expression. "I just want to make sure if she's the woman I'm looking for," the man spoke again, making the woman quickly comply.

"I'll wait for you downstairs," she said before leaving the office. Alone, we were left in silence.

My heart pounded, and a strong sense of nervousness crept in. "You're still wearing that unmatched slippers," he mentioned, his expression unchanged.

I glanced at his throne, seeing his prominent nose and red lips. He remained stoic, just as he was yesterday. I swallowed hard.

The man they referred to as Mr. Villegas was the king of cobra.

"Cordaphia Pov. (Personal Maid)

I'm still staring at the man in front of me, nervous as if I need to pee. But he still has no reaction, just looking straight at me before glancing down at the papers on the table.

'Are you still remembering me?' His voice sends shivers down my spine; my throat feels dry. 'You left me yesterday without goodbyes, yaya...' My lips tremble slightly, blinking, and my eyes are fixed on him. 'Are you mute?' 'H-huh?' His eyebrow raises at my response, seemingly losing patience as I've been silent for a while. 'What's your name?' Again, I hesitate, unsure whether to tell the truth, so I simply shorten my name. 'D-daphia...' 'Okay, Daphia. From now on, I've hired you as my personal maid.'

My eyes widen, in disbelief at his words and the role I'm about to play in his life. 'You have the capability to find my favorite longsleeve; I like you.' 'You like me?' I ask, surprised by the question. 'I like you as my yaya.' He stands up after saying that, and I'm in awe of his seriousness, feeling like I'm frozen as he approaches. I didn't realize he's quite tall, almost a giant. 'Come with me.' He walks out of the office, and without looking back, I follow him. I swallow, wondering where he's taking me. I catch a glimpse of him entering the elevator, so I hurry to catch up. 'W-wait, C-cobra, I mean, sir...' I stammer as I enter the elevator; he presses a button, and the door closes before he turns to me. 'What?' 'Why are you choosing me?' 'As I've said, I like you as my maid.' 'B-but-' 'You don't need to defy my order.' I'm left speechless, and his arrogance is intimidating.

'I will give the salary amount you wanted. How much do you want?' I create a small smile, raising an eyebrow, slightly amused. Will he really give me the salary I desire? After all, I earn fifteen thousand a month in my current job. My boss is stingy even though I'm an all-around worker at home, and this man seems even more demanding. 'Thirty thousand a month.' 'Okay, I fixed it at fifty thousand a month.'"

My jaw dropped at what she just said; I couldn't speak as the elevator opened, and she hurriedly exited. It was only now that I realized we were already downstairs in the building, but take a minute, hot coffee. My heart might be left in the tower because I can't breathe properly.

Fifty thousand?

Seriously, no kidding?

The elevator closed automatically, so I rushed out and caught up with her. She stopped in the service area, where the lady who brought me here was waiting.

"Assist her and give the grant money," she instructed a man in a sharp black suit, nodding before approaching the lady sitting on the sofa.

She had a beautiful smile, not directed at me but at the guy she referred to as king cobra.

"Let's go home and prefer a lunch for me."

I followed as she walked out of the building, hurrying to keep up with her fast pace. I didn't want to upset her; rich people can be scary when angry. She could easily make me disappear with a snap of her fingers.

A uniformed man in black opened the car door for her; two of them were dressed in black. One might be the driver, and the other, a bodyguard.

Cobra sat in the back, and I was also helped into the car, quickly taking a seat next to KC, short for king cobra.

"Are we going home, señorito?"

I grimaced; it felt too formal. Can't I just call him boss or sir? It seems awkward to address him like that.

The person next to me just nodded. It was chilly inside the car, and I was really cold. I'm not used to the cold; I might be sickly with low resistance. But these people seemed accustomed to the powerful air conditioning.

"Where do you live?" I asked, thinking if I should tell the truth about where I live and that I have a family.

Maybe it's better not to.

Should I not tell the truth because if I make a mistake, he might find my family and involve them in my wrongdoing? With his looks, it's not unlikely to happen, especially since he's wealthy and can do anything.

Right, I'll just keep the truth to myself.

"I'm just a wanderer, no permanent residence, and no family."

"So, you're an orphan?"

I nodded, avoiding his gaze. It's scary because he might read my thoughts; I didn't want to look into his eyes.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

He nodded again. I waited for him to ask again, but there was nothing more. I thought he didn't care about his surroundings. He'll probably get to know me and find out some information about me.

But, indeed, I'm already twenty-three. I just don't know how old he is because I can't guess his age.

"He is a sturdy man, broad-chested and with a strong back. Tall and fair, handsome with a perfectly shaped nose. His smooth, dark hair is neatly styled, perhaps with some hair wax.

It's hard to tell his age; he looks neither old nor young, just right, but I can't really say how old he is.

During the journey, he remained silent, engrossed in his phone, probably discussing work. After a few minutes, we reached their mansion again, where I had asked for water yesterday and where I first saw the bald cobra.

"I want a soup meal today," he said before stepping out. I hurriedly followed suit.

The men who were with us earlier stayed outside, while I followed him until he stopped in front of a familiar lady.

Fairy godmother.

"She's my personal maid," fairy godmother said, looking at me with a puzzled but serious expression. "From now on, she's the only one who will serve for me. Just tell her everything I want and dislike."

She turned away, walking up the stairs with a furrowed brow. I couldn't help but think how rude she was, lacking manners.

"You're back, dear," I greeted fairy godmother, who didn't look too old, maybe five years younger than grandma.

"We meet again. I'm happy to see you."

She smiled. "I don't know how you caught señorito Stevan's eye, but it would have been better if you hadn't shown up."

"Why?"

"Señorito has a hot temper. He fired all the household staff yesterday, and we have almost entirely new ones now."

I was stunned. How hot-tempered could he be? I haven't experienced it yet, but I hope I don't become the target of an angry boss.

"No nanny lasted long with señorito, unlike his brother, who doesn't burden his helpers."

"By brother, do you mean Stuart?"

"Yes, they're siblings, but señorito Stuart is not here; he's busy on a business trip."

I nodded, scanning the surroundings where two maids were busy cleaning.

"Change into your uniform and prepare Stevan's meal."

She led me down a hallway to some small rooms. She entered one, and I followed.

"This will be your room. Here are the new uniforms, but you only have six, so wash them when needed."

Again, I nodded, thanking her before she left.

I dressed in a few minutes, with no spare clothes, not even a bra and panties. Can I ask Cobra for an advance on my salary to send money to grandma and buy at least a bra?

I emerged in maid attire, feeling extravagant since it's my first time wearing it. Another maid raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, and turned away. What's her problem?

Does she want me to sweep her pimple-faced expression off the floor?"

But when the image of a bored Cobra crossed my mind, I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen. Since it wasn't my first time here, I knew the way.

I found Fairy Godmother there, mixing something with a tray and bowl ready on the table. As I approached, she quickly turned to me.

"I've prepared food for Steven; he's getting impatient and wants to eat in his room," she said. I nodded, grabbing a reasonably large bowl. Luckily, my Fairy Godmother had already cooked, or Cobra might have struck out of annoyance.

"Señorito wakes up early, Steven. In the morning, he prefers a simple breakfast and coffee by his side. He also comes back here for lunch, then leaves around three to return to the office, coming home at any hour."

I stored all this information, realizing I needed to wake up early to prepare his breakfast.

"His clothes and everything he'll use should be ready. On Sundays, he has his servant clean his car, and that's you."

I swallowed hard; I didn't know how to clean a car. I only knew household chores, but wiping windows should be easy, right?

"Take his meal up first, dear. Don't let him come down in a bad mood."

Following her advice, I quickly transferred the food, a tray full and feeling like it could topple any moment. Entering Cobra's room was now easier, having been there once.

I didn't bother knocking; I opened the door, revealing a spacious room with a large window on the side. A table with a laptop and a lampshade sat beside it, and the bed in the middle was neatly made. His closet was open, clothes and ties scattered on the floor.

I sighed before the bathroom door opened, and Cobra emerged, wrapped in a towel.

"I can't find my black suit," he said. I nodded, placing the food on the bedside table.

I walked to the messy closet, some socks falling to the floor. I subtly touched my forehead before looking at the hanging long sleeves. There, on the side, was a black suit. It wasn't hidden; you could see it without rummaging through the closet.

What method was he using to search?

Smelling it?

Was he closing his eyes?

"Here it is," I handed him the black suit, and he took it before sitting on the bed.

"I need black slacks too; make it quick because I'm hungry."

"Your meal is ready on the side, sir."

Without looking at him, I opened a drawer to find his black slacks. I successfully found it before he spoke again.

"You're my servant; you need to feed me because that's part of your job."

I didn't show amazement at his words. So, I'll be spoon-feeding him because it's part of my job?

What am I, babysitting the cobra?

"I need to return to my office before twelve noon, just make it fast..." I placed the Slack I picked up on the bed, walked to the side, and there I took the plate and utensils to start feeding the baby cobra.

She leaned on the bed's headboard, and the view wasn't pleasant for an innocent person like me. I could clearly see the bulge in the towel. Even before I could sit next to her, my hands were trembling as I held the spoon.

"Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?"

I blinked to shift my gaze, avoiding eye contact before swallowing.

"You have ten minutes, Daphia. If ten minutes pass without finishing my food, you're dead."

I quickly approached and sat beside her, mixing the rice and viand on her plate and combining them. She didn't say anything about what I did as she was busy with her phone, ignoring me even though I had a mouthful.

There wasn't an argument about her eating. It's just that I couldn't help but shiver every time my hand touched her lips with the utensils; her lips were red. I couldn't help but stare, even though she was intimidating, like a mafia lord.

"I'm going back after five pm, just ready my white tees and black pajama."

I nodded, slightly sulking because she made me wear the long sleeve again. But now, the attire was neat because I was scared after her "you're dead" earlier.

I knew my life was on the line with Cobra. The salary might be good, but I feared she might strike me unexpectedly.

"Can I request a favor, sir?" I was a bit embarrassed, but I had no choice but to do this. I needed to buy my things because I had nothing to wear. I also needed to load and send money to Grandma, whatever amount.

"On your first day of work?"

"C-Can't I?"

"I didn't say no." She pocketed her wide phone before taking her black wallet. "How much?" She was looking at me now. How much should I ask for?

"Could fifteen be okay?"

"Sure." I smiled, my teeth clearly visible. I just hoped they were still white because I didn't even have a toothbrush.

"Just make sure you won't escape on me. Remember my words: you're dead if you skip the beast."

She turned away, and I pondered before looking at the money she laid out earlier. I had a thick stack in my hand, and as I counted, it exceeded fifteen.

Wow, is that a bonus?

It's quite a lot.

"I can't help but smile before putting the money in my pocket; I'll just go out later to buy some things. I'll tidy up the mess that guy made and clean his room first. His cabinet was really messed up.

I chuckled before seeing his big black boxer on the floor; the elastic band on top was red, and I had no idea what size it was. I picked it up while biting my lip, remembering his image from earlier. His well-endowed 'cobra' really stood out on the towel. I can still imagine it now.

I wiped my face to banish that thought, forgetting that I still held his boxer briefs, and I caught a whiff of how good it smelled. What kind of fairy godmother detergent is this? I sniffed it again; I'm not a pervert, I just want to know and remember the scent. I also want to buy this detergent; it just smells so good.

"What are you doing?" Someone suddenly spoke behind me while I was inhaling the scent, and when I turned, I felt like I got caught red-handed.

The owner of the boxer I was holding is behind me, looking puzzled as I panic."