“You’re the Maid, Not the Mother!” The Billionaire Burst In, Ripped the Baby Away — But One Night Later, Everything Changed
Maya Williams had worked for wealthy families before, but the Blake estate was different—grand yet cold. Polished marble floors reflected silver-framed portraits of stern ancestors, and every morning, a florist replaced fresh blooms without so much as a smile. The silence was broken only by the steady chime of the grandfather clock.
Her tasks were straightforward: keep the place spotless, cook when asked, and assist Mrs. Delaney, the head housekeeper. Caring for Lily Blake was not part of her job—Nathaniel, the child’s father, and a rotation of nannies handled that. Or at least, they were supposed to. One by one, the nannies quit, murmuring about Lily’s endless crying, her refusal to sleep, and Nathaniel’s impossible standards.
One night, Maya passed the nursery and froze at the sound of frantic sobs. She stepped inside to find Lily red-faced and trembling in her crib. Without thinking, Maya scooped her up.
“Shhh… sweetheart,” she whispered, rocking gently and humming a long-forgotten lullaby. The baby’s tiny body relaxed; her sobs faded into deep, steady breaths.
Maya stayed on the rug with Lily asleep on her chest, both drifting off—until Nathaniel’s sharp voice cut the air.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Filthy. Disgusting,” he snapped. “That’s something you don’t touch. You serve it. You watch it. But you don’t ever hold it.”
“No, please,” Maya said, pushing herself up on her elbows. “She just fell asleep. She wouldn’t stop crying—”
“I don’t care,” he barked. “You’re the maid. Not the mother. Not anything.”
“She only sleeps if I hold her,” Maya said, her voice steady. Nathaniel hesitated, then reluctantly handed her back. Lily instantly curled into Maya, the cries stopping in seconds.
From that moment, no one else could calm her. Mrs. Delaney noticed. Nathaniel stayed silent at breakfast, tie crooked, coffee untouched. On the third night, he lingered outside the nursery. Instead of crying, he heard a soft lullaby. He knocked gently.
“I need to speak with you,” he said quietly… Watch: [in comment]