The Prince's Revenge Bride

In a quiet private restaurant, Isadora Aurelia was face to face with Maxwell Sterling, the wealthy and influential billionaire.

Maxwell is a tall, imposing figure with piercing dark eyes and a chiseled jawline. His dark hair is always perfectly styled, and his tailored suits accentuate his broad shoulders.

This was not the first of their meeting, a mistake was made and a solution had to be offered.

Isadora never imagined she would get pregnant outside marriage, but she's now walking through the path she never wished for. Never in her life would she think that she would be carrying the baby of Maxwell, but it's something she can't change now.

Isadora Aurelia is a warm and radiant person with a sunny disposition and a heart of gold. She is compassionate, empathetic, and has a gentle soul.

She has a long, curly brown hair with hints of auburn, a golden-brown eyes, soft porcelain-like skin with a subtle glow. She has a full lips with a beautiful smile and a petite nose with  delicate facial features. A slender yet curvy figure, with a subtle elegance.

She considered herself a nobody, a common hotel receptionist, she wished  Maxwell never showed up at the hotel that night, she wished they never crossed paths, but the deed had been done. Now, she was left go grapple with the consequences of their meeting, longing to turn back the clock and undo the events that has transpired.

Her selfless nature and empathetic heart, which had always been her greatest strengths, ironically led her down the path of entanglement and trouble.

Her family disowned her, since she had no where to go, she ran back to the source of her misfortune.

Maxwell is a vicious and cunning billionaire with a cold, calculating gaze. He's a master manipulator, using his wealth and power to crush his enemies and get what he wants. His office is a sleek, high-tech lair, and he rules with an iron fist.

This was her last chance to agree willingly to his terms; otherwise, he would use coercion to get his way.

"I'm not sure I can do what you're asking," she stated, staring into his dark eyes.

"What is your decision?" He asked, his expression cold.

"I can't do it," she said, looking away from his eyes.

"You won't want to see what happens if you don't cooperate," he replied, in a firm tone.

"Why can't you just give me the money I need to take care of the baby and just disappear into the darkness," she said, trying to be reasonable.

"I've told you before, I don't trust you. I want to keep an eye on you, this must remain between us, my name cannot be tanished," he said, his eyes getting more darker by the moment.

"I promise I won't tell anyone," she pleaded, in a low voice.

"You have a choice to make," he answered, given no further room for argument.

Maxwell was being secretive about the whole situation due to his family obligations, as he had a wife and two children, and matters like this would only bring problem to his family.

He wanted Isadora to become a maid in his household, enabling him to monitor her action without arousing suspicions. Also, protecting his reputation and social standing was Maxwell's top priority, and he would go to great lengths to maintain his carefully crafted image.

They both sat in silence for the next few minutes before Isadora finally spoke up again. "I'll do it," she declared.

"Like you had a choice, now let's go," he said getting up, from the comfortable chair.

"Wait, I'm going right now?" She asked, also rising to her feet.

"I'm not letting you leave my sight even for a minute," he said, walking out of the room while she trailed behind him.

They got outside the fancy restaurant, a car stopped in front of them, a middle aged man, with gray hair stepped out of the car and opened the door for them, they got in as the sound of the door being closed reverberated through the car.

Grayson Thompson was Maxwell's most trusted cheffur, he ran errands for him including private matters. He literally knows all the happenings in Maxwell's life, but there are some things Maxwell kept to himself, just to be on a safer side.

Grayson ignited the car and drove off headed towards Maxwell house. While inside the car, Maxwell handed Isadora a box. She opened it and a new phone came into view.

"From today this is your new phone and your new number, now hand over your old one," he said, stretching out his hand. She had no choice than to oblige, immediately she handed the phone over to him, he gave it to his cheffur.

"Run it over," he commanded, and that's exactly what he did.

Maxwell had successfully cut her from the life that she once knew and now she is embracing a new reality, uncertain of what happens next.

After some few hours drive, a mansion suddenly came into view. As  Grayson  approaches the mansion, he slowed down as Isadoras's eyes fixed on the grand entrance. With a gentle touch, he guided the vehicle up the winding driveway, the wheels crunching on the gravel beneath. The car glides to a stop in front of the imposing entrance, where a stately fountain bubbles and splashes, creating a soothing melody.

Grayson's hand moves to the gearshift, and with a soft click, the car comes to a gentle halt.

Grayson came out of the car, gently he opened the door for them. They stepped out, Maxwell adjusting his clothes to remove any wrinkles. Isadora couldn't take in the sight before her, she was consumed by the mansion's facade.

Grayson moved towards the entrance, he pushed the front door opened while Maxwell walked into the house as she followed suit.

As she stepped through the intricately carved wooden doors, her eyes were immediately drawn to the luxury of the grand foyer. The marble floor gleamed beneath her feet, reflecting the golden light of the ornate chandelier that hung from the soaring ceiling above. The walls were adorned with richly textured fabrics and works of art that whispered of wealth and privilege.

"Sit," he commanded, and she immediately did so, while they left her alone.

As she was on the sofa, waiting for them, she saw a woman walked up to her in a classic and expensive clothes, adored with all kinds of expensive jewelrys.

"Will you get your filty self off my expensive couch," the woman shouted, making her to shiver in fear as she stood up. "What are you doing in my house."

She was about to explain when Maxwell interrupted them. "She's the new maid," he said walking up to them as he kissed his wife.

Her heart was aching, as he heard those words coming from his mouth. She will be treated as a maid, meanwhile she is pregnant for Maxwell. How she wished she can expose him, but that will be a very wrong move to take.

She looked at both of them in disgust, she knew she had entered into the wrong family, this was just a wrong beginning.