Billionaire's Maid

Forthy Three

De Luca's

My dear figlio has been acting weird because of this woman who ever she is. I have never seen him so reckless, I know he isn't showing it but actions speaks louder than words. He goes to office from morning till late night.

I spoke to Françis and told him to talk to Ibrahim. He came telling me they did but one thing he told me was that

" Melissa your son is very much deep in love and his hurting so bad, blaming himself for not letting Rose to explain herself and this happened. We need to do something " I was so curious as knowing who is this woman. I have to know

" Liz ? Liz ! " she came rushing in

" you called Melissa? " she asks

" yes I did. Would you perhaps know who is the girl that's making my son drink to oblivion? " she looked like she was thinking then said

" I don't know but that day that Ibrahim came here and was talking on the phone with the girl, her voice sounded familiar maybe I am wrong " she says

" Ciao my people. What is going on ? " Nikita came walking through with Vanessa

" nonna ! " Vanessa came hugging me and I need more grandchildren

" how are you my piccola and Nikita we're talking about your brother Ibrahim " she turns on her heels to go I stopped her

" stop right there Nikita " she turns facing us

" what ? I am going to get water. If you want to ask me about Ibrahim Or who the girl is ? I can't because it's not my place to tell but hopefully wherever she is she is fine let's hope " she disappeared into the kitchen

" nobody tells me anything in this house I have to find out myself. Don't you think Liz? "

" oh yeah you do what a mother needs to do and bring the happy Ibrahim back. And I think the food is burning " she left leaving me with Vanessa

" nonna (grandma ) ? Have you seen auntie Rose? I miss her " which Rose

" oh my dear who is rose. ? "

" uncle him girlfriend m. She is wery nice nonna and sweet .... and .... She gave me a bubble bath and .... rwed me to sleep " who is this woman. Vanessa doesn't like people she doesn't know but this woman?

" ah .... Your auntie huh " she nodded

" I miss her nonna. Bwing her back pwease because I wove her " she mumbles

" yes my piccola nonna will bring her back " I planted a kiss on her head

I have to go talk to Françis and see what can be done. I'll do anything for my kids especially when their happiness is involved that includes my grandchild.

Roseni POV

It has been the most nicest but at the same time unbearable, hurting days for me. I miss Ibrahim so much. My heart aches every time I think of him. Not to mention the amount of sleeps I have been getting, it's crazy.

When I arrived here in Rio de Janeiro I couldn't believe my eyes that the woman that gave birth to me was my look alike twin, people may think we're sisters but rather we're mother and daughter.

It was a awkward moment when we first met and didn't know what to say to each other but after two days we became like best of friends building that long lost bond. Milena is a sweet, humble lady. She does everything heartedly and freely.

I felt like a hole somewhere in my heart that had been left opened was now closed even if there's a bigger one there.

I love my mother. The Lord has granted me another chance to see my mother even though my non biological maman is no more. I love them both.

" Roseni? Wake up. It's 1pm in the afternoon and you still sleeping what's wrong? " she asks I forgot to mention that my aunt went back to the US after dropping me here. She will call now and then to see how I was doing

" nothing I am just tired. You cooked ?" she started to laugh. She can cook this Brazilian lady well I guess I got the best of both world from French cuisine to American and now Brazilian.

Mãe Milena has been teaching me how to make simple cuisine and quick ones. You know one of them days when you don't feel like anything you just want something quick? Yeah. It has been my most favorite since I got here, having to feel close to my motherland, my origin.

" first thing you ask is food. Not even to ask how is your Mãe (mother) doing? " I blushed

" sorry Mãe well I know your fine. Now food " her house wasn't big it was quite small a two bedroom a kitchen and living room and the rent was just affordable dew to the Brazilians living conditions and economy.

" I want I want, this is so tasty. This .... Is .... The best guacamole ever .... Hmm " mouth full of food

" don't talk with your mouth full minha filha ( my daughter) " she kept on staring at me so I stopped eating. Feeling self conscious

" what! Maman? " I ask her she is now worrying me

" nothing I am just happy that you are here with me after so many years minha filha. I owe that man a lot even if your theirs " she cries, I stood from my sit and hugged her back

" he maybe my adoptive father but the connection that a mother has to her birth child no one could understand, even if the child had been adopted. That motherly love is better, yet greater than anybody else can offer. And you showed me that by thinking of me, in giving me a better life Mãe. That spoke volume and showed the love that you carry in your heart for me. Eu te amo Mãe ( I love you mother ) " she kept on crying

" I am here now that's what matters " she nodded. Oh god .....

" excuse me " i separated myself from her and ran to the toilet and vomited my guts out. Everything I just ate. I heard my mother rushing to me

" are you alright " I nodded I was feeling so dizzy to the extent where everything became blur, I held on to the rail tightly.