Chapter 3

Ella’s POV

“Stay right there, Fiona. Don’t come any closer.” Jordan’s voice was sharp with anger.

Was this man serious? He had a girlfriend, yet he behaved that way with me yesterday. Not that I cared about this brat making all this noise, but I did feel sorry for her for loving a man like Jordan, a man who was clearly a cheat. The attraction I felt toward him just moments ago had turned into disgust instantly.

Jordan walked toward the door. “What are you doing here, Fiona? And why are you causing a scene in my home?”

I stood frozen, wanting nothing more than to disappear. I didn’t belong in this drama.

Fiona’s voice was shrill with disbelief. “Your girlfriend comes to see you, and this is what you have to say to me, Jordan? You’ve never treated me this way before. Is it because of this lowlife maid?”

She turned to me with a look of pure disdain, like I was nothing more than dirt beneath her feet. Maybe I was, compared to her.

Jordan’s voice was ice-cold. “You don’t get to insult her. And I’ll ask you one last time—why are you here?”

His fury confused me. Wasn’t he the one at fault? Was this the real Jordan—the kind of man who lost his temper easily? Because last night had felt different. He was gentle, yet intoxicatingly intense. The memory made me smile for a second before I remembered where I was.

“I’m here to see you,” Fiona snapped. “I called your phone, but you ignored me. I went to your office and your house, and no one would tell me anything. When we get back, those people are getting fired. So I came here, and of course, I found you. But tell me, Jordan, why is everyone acting like they’ve never seen me before?” She stepped closer, sliding her hands over his shoulders. “I miss you, babe. Let’s go on a vacation. We need it.”

This scene was irritating me, even though she was his girlfriend. Could they at least let me leave? Or better yet, get a room?

Jordan suddenly shoved her hands off him. “Get your filthy hands off me, Fiona.”

She gasped. “What?”

“You really take me for a fool, don’t you?” His tone was cold, calculated. “While I worked, you were out sleeping with other men. And then you come back here, acting like nothing happened? You’re sick.” His lips curled in disgust. “I can’t believe I ever considered making you my wife.”

Fiona’s face paled. “You don’t mean that, Jordan. You love me. And I love you—that’s what matters.”

Jordan turned, grabbed an envelope from his desk, and shoved it at her. “These are pictures of all the men you’ve been with behind my back. Daniel in Miami—he must be a regular, since he appears three times, all smiles, holding your hand, walking into a hotel like you didn’t have a boyfriend. And inside that envelope are bank records of the money you’ve been stealing from my company and wiring to your boyfriends.” His voice was cold. “You can go be with them now.”

Fiona’s hands trembled as she took the envelope.

That explained everything—why Jordan had acted the way he did last night. He had found out about her betrayal, and that must have been why he was at the club.

“John, take her out of my office.” He commanded.

The tall, dark man from earlier reappeared and grabbed Fiona by the arm. She struggled, tears streaming down her face. “Jordan, please! I can explain! I’m sorry!”

Jordan didn’t even look at her.

When the door finally closed behind them, leaving just the two of us, he turned to me. “Ella, I’m sorry you had to see that. I know you must think the worst of me, but I promise you—I’m not the man you think I am.”

I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t my place to judge. I was just a maid in his mother’s house. A foolish maid who had slept with a man she barely knew.

He took a slow step toward me. “I can’t explain everything to you now, but eventually, I will. I just… I want to get to know you.”

That caught me off guard. How did he plan to do that? We had no connection beyond last night’s mistake. And his ex looked like the kind of woman who could make my life miserable.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I said carefully. “But my job is to serve you and Mrs. Denver. I work for your mother, and I can’t afford to lose my job. If that’s all, may I take my leave now?”

He studied me, his intense gaze making my skin prickle. It felt like he was stripping me bare with his eyes.

After a pause, he nodded. “Fine. But I’ll warn you, just like I did yesterday—you don’t play with fire and expect not to get burned. I don’t give up.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Without another word, I turned and walked away, feeling his gaze linger on me.

Back in the servants’ quarters, I told Maya everything, and her reaction mirrored mine.

“That girl is so dumb,” she scoffed. “Did she really think a man like Jordan wouldn’t have his eyes on her?”

I didn’t comment. Maybe he had loved Fiona once. Maybe he still did.

Before we started working for the Denvers, we had been given compensation money—an attempt to make us feel like we were leaving something worthwhile behind. They were right though.

I had some of that money on me now. It wasn’t much, but I had to send it back to Hong Kong. The hospital needed it. The woman who had helped me for so long needed it.

After getting permission from Mrs. Evelyn, the chief maid, I left the house and made my way to the bank. The evening was cool, the streets alive with chatter and distant car horns. As I walked past a beautiful park, I made a silent promise to visit it when I had the time.

As I stared at the garden, next thing I knew I heard screeching and then I was on the floor, blood oozing out of my body and so much pain filled me.

My vision became blurry but I could tell people were surrounding me already “Call 911” a woman screamed and just then, I understood I had been run over.