The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Daisy had a hunch about what her mom was going to say. She managed to squeeze out a smile and assured her parents. “Don’t sweat it, guys. I’m cool. Now that it’s all decided, I’m marrying Frances and the Santos will get some shares. When Frances kicks the bucket, I’ll be back in the saddle again. I’m rich, pretty and young. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll head over as soon as I’ve eaten and freshened up.”

After dinner, Daisy hit the stairs. Wyatt and Rosie moved into the living room.

“Have you met Morgan before?” Rosie asked.

Wyatt nodded, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Rosie. Just let things slide. I’ve got to change and head to the office.”

“How can I be okay with my daughter marrying a sick man? If it wasn’t for the Boswell family’s hefty influence, we wouldn’t stand a chance. I hate this. Is Santos Jewels that big a deal? Our daughter is marrying into the Boswell family. We don’t know what life she will have there, or whether she’ll be bullied.” Rosie said worriedly.

comfort her, “A big family like the Boswell’s won’t mistreat Daisy. Rosie. Worrying won’t do any good. It’ll just stress you out. Look at yourself right now. I can’t just abandon the company. Daisy is our daughter, of course I’m worried. The Boswell family has been infighting

for a

the kitchen. She was about to go downstairs to get it when she heard her parents’ conversation. She paused, almost tearing up as she saw her

No matter what lay ahead and how complex the Boswell family was, she just had to

an ant.

Daisy always thought she lived a charmed life. Her parents gave her tons of pocket money each month and her mom took her shopping for the latest clothes. Even a basic white tee was

Jewels wasn’t that big, but it had grown a lot in recent years. Lots of rich ladies came to Santos Jewels for

her life was heaps better than the average person. Maybe because she had it so good before, she

upstairs. She opened her closet, picked out a few clothes, tried