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.

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

our daughter for a deal between Boswell

phone was in 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

the Boswell family was, she just had to roll

an ant.

and her mom took her shopping for the latest clothes. Even a basic white tee was pricey. She had dozens of bags worth a

years. Lots of rich ladies came to Santos Jewels for custom jewelry. Their designs were exquisite and reasonably priced, satisfying both the

always thought her life was heaps better than the average person. Maybe because she had it so good before, she never thought she’d be in this situation.

left for the office and Rosie went back to the garden, Daisy finally went to the kitchen to pick up her phone. She took a deep breath and went upstairs. She opened her closet, picked out a few clothes, tried them on one by one and finally chose a beige dress. The cuffs, collar and