Butterfly_Official

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He closed the door behind me, and my heart pounded abnormally, its rhythm spiraling out of control. I wanted to ask him what he was trying to do—why he was dragging me into the dimly lit space of the house—but the words wouldn’t come.

He said nothing. Just watched me. His eyes followed my every move, intense and unreadable.
I parted my lips, but no sound escaped.

We were supposed to be enemies, constantly quarrelling over the smallest things. And yet, deep down, I had grown fond of him. But with how crazy and hostile we always were to each other, there was no way he liked me back.
What am I even thinking? I’m just a maid in this house....M

Lessie never expected her fights with Kyle—the boss' arrogant and dangerously charming son—to turn into something else. As a maid in the Hartford mansion, she’s spent months clashing with him, their hatred undeniable.

But when Kyle locks the door behind them one night, everything changes. The challenge she threw at him in anger? He’s ready to make her regret it.

Now, trapped in the tension between them, his touch sets off a fire she can't ignore. Their battles were supposed to be harmless, but what happens when hate turns into something far more dangerous?

Is she ready for the obsession of the boss' son?

A dark, intense romance of passion, power, and the fine line between love and hate.

The Boss' Son Obsession

Kyle gripped the phone tightly, his voice cold and detached.

A beat of silence followed before his mother's voice filled the room, sharp and unwavering.

Lessie could see the way his jaw tensed, his fingers tightening around the phone. Emma, still perched on the bed, exchanged a wary glance with Lessie but remained quiet.

"I'm busy," Kyle replied, his tone clipped.

"Really? Being with Lessie, you call that busy? I'm giving you just thirty minutes to come over—and bring her with you."

His heart skipped when she mentioned Lessie. "Mom, don't even try to mess with her."

"You refuse to bring her over, and that's when the real mess will start." Before he could utter another word, she hung up.

Lessie's fingers instinctively curled around Kyle's hand as he lowered the phone. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his posture spoke volumes.

"We don't have to go," she whispered, but Kyle shook his head.

"We have to. If we don't face her now, she'll make things worse."

The mansion loomed ahead, imposing and eerily silent. Lessie swallowed hard as Kyle led her through the grand entrance. The air inside was thick with an unspoken challenge, the kind that made her skin prickle.

His mother sat in the lavish living room, poised like a queen surveying her subjects. Her sharp gaze landed on Lessie, scrutinizing her as if she were an insect under a microscope.

"So, this is her," she said coolly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "The girl who has managed to turn my son into a fool."

Lessie stiffened, but before she could respond, Kyle stepped forward. "Enough, Mother. If you called us here just to insult her—"

"You think I don't see what's happening?" she interrupted, her voice laced with disdain. "You're throwing away everything for... this? A girl with nothing to offer you but trouble?"

Lessie's heart pounded, but she held her ground. "With all due respect, ma'am, I love your son. And I have no intention of ruining his life."

His mother let out a short, bitter laugh. "Love? Do you think love is enough? Do you have any idea what it takes to be part of this family?"

Kyle's grip on Lessie's hand tightened. "I don't care about your conditions. I love her, and that's not changing."

For a long moment, his mother just stared at them. Then, slowly, something in her expression shifted. The steel in her eyes melted, revealing something much more vulnerable beneath.

"You remind me of myself," she finally said, her voice quieter now. "I once stood where you are, Kyle. Fighting for someone I loved. And I lost."

The admission stunned them both. Emma, who had been silently observing, straightened, surprise flashing across her face.

"Mother..." Kyle murmured, his voice hesitant.

She exhaled heavily, shaking her head. "I fought against my own family. And in the end, they won. They made me believe that love wasn't worth the sacrifice."

Lessie saw the flicker of pain in the woman's eyes, the remnants of an old wound never quite healed. She had expected resistance, cruelty even—but not this.

"I don't want you to make the same mistake I did," she said, finally meeting Kyle's gaze. "If you're truly certain about her... then I won't stand in your way."

Kyle's breath hitched. "You mean that?"

His mother nodded, though her face was still lined with reluctance. "I won't make it easy. But if she's strong enough to stand by you through it all... then she deserves a chance."

Lessie blinked, hardly believing what she was hearing. After all the tension, the judgment—Kyle's mother was giving them her blessing. In her own way.

Kyle turned to Lessie, squeezing her hand gently. She smiled up at him, warmth filling her chest.

"I'm strong enough," she said softly, and for the first time, his mother gave her a small, approving nod.

CHAPTER EIGHT