The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

‘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.

into the

collected all the

bed. His shirt slid down to

the room. Penelope, all dolled up, was

what you asked. The money you promised…” Allison bit her lip, clutching

disgust, her gaze falling on a mark

should have been hers, but Penelope had

her bag and tossed it to her. “Don’t

bruises on her body aching like fire. She wouldn’t say a word, nor did she want

eager to

In the morning.

eyes. Just as he sat up, the woman beside

eyes, Penelope quickly pulled the covers tighter, staring at the

“What happened?”