The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Allison carried two shopping bags and arrived at the villa’s doorstep, knocking on the door

After a moment, there was some sound from inside, but not the sound of a man’s footsteps. The villa door swung open, and out trotted a large, white dog, its tail wagging furiously at the sight of Allison.

Bending down to pat the dog on the head, Allison stepped inside the villa and glanced around the empty living room, “Where’s your owner? He hasn’t come back yet?”

The dog grabbed onto the hem of her pants, tugging her towards the stairs. Allison set down her shopping bags, “I need to hit the kitchen first. I’ve got ribs.”

But the big dog was a force to be reckoned with, and Allison stumbled slightly as she was dragged along, deciding to just go with the flow and follow the dog upstairs.

“Is your owner home?”

Allison went upstairs, following the dog, and arrived at the study’s door. She knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

She looked at the dog, its tail wagging like crazy, seemingly waiting for her to open the door.

dog bolted inside before her. Allison stood in the doorway, taking in the empty study. Lucian was still not back. She had thought the dog brought her upstairs because Lucian was in the

much about the man’s study. But as usual, the study was done in Lucian’s style – light grey window

by the coffee table and Allison chuckled, “Well,

over to Allison and she threw it across the room, “Go play.

look around the study, her eyes falling on some documents on

flipping the documents off the coffee table and onto the carpet. She bent down to pick them up, only to find

which seemed to be a report from an investigation agency. The chandelier had been

likely culprit

felt like she already knew who it was. She put

the dog had run off to play

ever cooked at home. She took

phone suddenly

at the screen – it was a