Rise To Power: Death To My Billionaire Husband-Chapter 32: Dangerous Maids

Anita drove into her home to find her ten elegant, beautiful, polished, neatly dressed girls in black and white uniforms, like hostesses, forming two lines outside her driveway, standing like silent sentinels. Their posture was impeccable, faces calm, gorgeous, and professional.

The moment she stepped out of the car, a cool breeze rustled the perfectly manicured hedges, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. She went to the back of the car and opened trunk to take out the groceries.

A man quickly stepped out from a black van all smiles. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood. I’m Manager Harris, overseeing the household staff. We’ve been waiting for you."

"Hm," Anita responded and brought out the bags before locking the truck.

Without being asked, a brown-skinned girl with a body that could cause nosebleeds stepped out of the line. She smiled warmly, her white teeth sparkling, framed by a cute dimple on her right cheek.

"Let me help you with that," she said, reaching gracefully for one of the grocery bags.

Anita didn’t hesitate. The broem-skinned girl took two of the paper bags and the remaining two were carried by a fair lady.

Anita liked what she saw. There were different sizes of ladies, different colors, and different heights. But they all had one thing in common. They were drop-desd gorgeous.

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Inside the house...

Manager Harris sat across from Anita. He watched her carefully as she signed the one-year contract of household confidentiality and specialized service, the final step in formalizing the presence of the ten women now under her command.

The agreement was thick, clauses for discretion, behavioral codes, surveillance permissions, and most importantly, loyalty.

When she slid his own copy of the document back to him, her signature bold and final, Harris gave a small nod of approval. "Welcome to a new level of efficiency, Mrs. Blackwood. These women are the best in their field. Quiet. Beautiful. Deadly, if needed."

Anita arched an eyebrow, "I don’t need deadly. But I like knowing I have the option."

Harris chuckled – a knowing smile. He rose to his feet. "Everything is now in place. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to contact us," he said smoothly. Then, with a subtle nod to the girls lined behind her, he turned and left.

Anita remained seated for a moment, fingers resting lightly on her own copy of the signed contract. Then she rose slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she faced the ten women standing in a line.

Her calm gaze swept over them, one by one. They didn’t flinch.

Silence, so thick it could suffocate, blanketed the room. Not a breath out of place. Not a shift in posture. They stood like statues. Perfect. Poised. Obedient.

Anita tilted her head, studying them as if evaluating fine art. "Names," she said simply, her tone cool and controlled.

And then, in perfect synchronicity, the first girl stepped forward, her voice clear and melodic. "Camille."

The next followed –the brown-skinned one with a dimples. "Zaria."

One by one, the names rippled down the line like falling dominoes. "Imani. Beatrice. Skye. Lillian. Chloe. Amara. Nia. Jade."

Anita nodded once. "Good."

She walked slowly in front of them, inspecting every detail – the shine of their shoes, the smoothness of their hair, the subtle strength in their shoulders.

"You’re not just here to serve," she said. "You’re here to protect me, observe, and act. This house isn’t a sanctuary. It’s a battlefield dressed in silk and marble. Remember that."

None of them spoke. None needed to. They already knew.

Their company, on the surface, was hospitality – innocent househelps and nothing more.

But once you made a demand for their monster-beautiful, perfect girls, you were asking for more than just househelps. You were asking for bodyguards, spies, and innocent seductresses...and more, wrapped in silk smiles and soft skin.

They were trained in etiquette and elegance, but also in surveillance, manipulation, and the art of unraveling a man without ever lifting a weapon.

These weren’t just women – they were investments. Tools of control. Although only a handful of the right people knew about them. And they were freaking expensive!

Talking millions for one, yet Anita had just acquired ten.

David was too clean in the public’s eyes. She didn’t want to use Linda, instead, she wanted Linda to take the initiative to destroy herself and drag David through the mud. But Anita knew that Linda alone wouldn’t be able to land a hard blow, so she needed bait. Triggers. Pressure points.

And that was one of the reasons these girls are here.

There was no way in hell a cheating man could look past women like this. Anita believed in no time, her carefully crafted trap would catch its prey.

"My husband wants to eat roasted duck with glazed pears, a wild rice blend, and a sauce made with wine." Anita said to the girls.

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That evening...

The heavy groan of the gate rolling open echoed through the estate as David Blackwood’s sleek black car turned into the driveway.

The girls moved.

Like clockwork, four of them stepped outside – Zaria among them, her walk graceful. They opened the car door for him like a scene out of a luxury commercial.

David stepped out, briefcase in hand, sunglasses still on despite the fading light.

His brows lifted slightly at the sight of the women. "What the hell is this?" he asked coolly, although there was a flicker of interest in his gaze.

As the perfect, cheerful, CEO David, he didn’t have it in him to disrespect these ladies. And at the same time, he was cautious and curious.

Zaria gave him a slight bow. "Welcome home, Mr. Blackwood. May I take your briefcase?"

He stared at her for a long second before shaking his head, a small, polite smile on his face. "No, thank you. And you are?"

"Zaria, sir," she replied. "One of the household staff."

David was stunned. Househelp staffs?

He glanced toward the other girls, each perfectly positioned, posed like living sculptures. There was confusion in his face, but also a strange glint.

Anita never accepted househelps in the past. Why all of a sudden?

Knowing that he wouldn’t get an answer if he remained standing here, he began walking.

When he stepped into the foyer, the scent of roasted duck and rich wine sauce wafted in like a promise. Lillian stood waiting by the entrance to take his coat. Skye offered him a warm towel for his hands.

None of them smiled. None of them said a word more than necessary.

David blinked, confused.

Just how many where they? And why were they so gorgeous?!