Heartbound

She's the housemaid with tired l
He's the billionaire's son :too smooth, too smug, and way too used to getting what he wants.

But not her.

She hates him. At least, she *thinks* she does.
He claims he doesn't care. But if that's true, why does he always seem to end up exactly where she is?
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They're fire and steel, oil and spark.
It started with hate.
It might not end that way.

She was supposed to drop off a key... and ended up breaking a *very* expensive antique.
Now he says she owes him *five years of her salary*.

She told him to go to hell.
He told her he'd gladly drive her - in his Lamborghini.

Now he's showing up everywhere. Watching her mop floors like it's a movie. Throwing smirks like confetti.
And somehow, she *hates* that she notices him. And his stupid jawline. And his even stupider smile.

He's annoying. She's impossible.
And somewhere between "I hate you" and "don't touch me"... sparks are flying.

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*"You're not my type," she snapped.*
*"Good," he replied. "I hate competition."*

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*Five Years or Forever?* *Heartbound*
Enemies. Chemistry. Forbidden tension.
One heart's already falling - the other's just pretending not to.

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*Author's Note:*
Think this is your regular billionaire-falls-for-the-maid romance?
Think again.

This is slow-burn, clean, sharp-witted, and full of late-night tension, cold stares, and accidental closeness they never saw coming.

He's not a savior.
She's not a damsel.
But when their worlds collide?
Even pride might not survive.

Start reading and see what five years of punishment does to a heart that just wants to be free.