I Became a Maid for the CEO just to Marry Him

1

As the heiress of a wealthy family, I couldn't believe my irresponsible father raised me like we were broke!

It was said that boys should be raised tough, girls pampered. But my father had to flip that around.

I marched straight into the family's grand hall and shouted, "Hey, you cheapskate! Are you giving me money or not? I'm practically starving here! You've got loads of cash, and you give me peanuts every month-who can survive on that?!"

Everyone in the hall stared at me in shock, whispering like crazy. A rich family raising a wild child like me? Scandalous!

Only my father stood in the center of the room, hands behind his back. "You've always been wild and impossible to manage," he said. "If you get married and join the Robertson family, I'll let you spend as much money as you want."

Without thinking, I said yes right on the spot.

But then I realized I didn't even know this Robertson family heir! Coincidentally, I saw a job ad claiming that they were looking for a maid.

I stormed over and applied to be their maid.

"Hey, handsome! I'm here for the maid job! Just feed me and I'm good!"

Right then, Patrick Robertson, the heir himself, was about to head out. He looked me over like I was trash. I was in a simple dress-not exactly the maid type.

"You here to clean the house or tear it down?" he asked, his icy eyes staring me down.

I stared right back, totally unfazed.

"What? Men have to be tried out to see if they're any good. How do you know I can't perform if you haven't given me a shot?"

Patrick frowned, then waved over his butler.

"I'll give you three months. It's been a while since we had a maid anyway," he said.

I patted my chest confidently, "No worries, I'm super capable."

But the second I stepped into the Robertson family estate, I realized that this place was huge, way bigger than my family home!

If I had to do the job alone, I would be working day and night without a break!

Suddenly my confident steps wavered. I shivered and asked, "Wait... you mean I have to do all this by myself? Can I call someone to help me out?"

Patrick answered coolly, "Whatever you want."

I dialed my bestie Clara Moore. She showed up the second she heard it was a sweet gig- only to find out she would be doing maids' work.

I sucked at this work, but Clara, my friend from college, was way more capable!

Clara pissed off and said, "You said it was a good opportunity? This is what you meant?"

I assured her, "Okay, maybe not a goldmine, but you'll get to see the Robertson family heir up close!"

"The Robertson heir? Wait-you're here for him?"

I nodded, "I'm here to bag him and secure my fortune."

I said it with full-on confidence. After years of reading steamy romance novels, I knew I could charm him. It was a piece of cake.

I even clapped a hand on Patrick's shoulder. "Hey handsome, any idea where I can find Mr. Robertson?"

"That's me," Patrick said, stone cold.

"Holy crap!" I jumped back, shocked. I had just been scheming right in front of the man himself!

I leaned in and whispered, "Ignore what I just said-it was all nonsense."

Patrick was speechless.

He didn't say another word, and I awkwardly played with my fingers, keeping quiet.

After Patrick led us inside, a woman suddenly appeared. She gave us both a quick once-over.

"Who is this?" she asked.

Patrick answered calmly, "The new maid."

I waved awkwardly, but she totally ignored me.

Then Patrick leaned in and whispered, "That's my girlfriend, Nancy Wallace. Think of her as your first boss battle in the game of winning me over."

My face flushed bright red. Great, I was getting hazed already.

2

After Patrick brought me inside, he gave me a quick tour of the house.

Then he shoved his hands in his pockets and said, "Everything I just showed you? Clean it. Got it?"

I was full of confidence. Rich folks' homes were usually spotless anyway. A little dusting, no big deal.

"Got it," I said with a confident OK sign.

"Bathrooms too."

"Wait-bathrooms?!" I blurted, instinctively backing up a couple steps.

Patrick nodded and walked off. There was no room for negotiation.

Fair enough. I was hired as a maid. I turned my gaze to Clara, giving her a pleading look.

Clara understood my expression and stepped back.

"Miss Bailey, you're on your own," she refused.

I rolled my eyes, realizing there was no room for negotiation. At least she came with me-that was already a win.

"Alright, let's do this!"

I pinched my nose and went at the toilet with a brush, scrubbing with blind determination. Every scrub made me jump back in fear-who knew what might splash out?

Even the smell was hard to bear-I could maybe handle a little dirt, but poop? That was where I draw the line!

Then, out of nowhere, Nancy strolled in and gave me a look like I was moldy bread.

"Make sure it's spotless."

Her sudden voice startled me. "Ah!" I turned to the door, hand flailing.

And that exact moment, something splashed from the toilet right on her clothes.

Nancy stood frozen in place, eyes wide, staring at me as if she had just seen a ghost.

I looked at the wet splotch. It wasn't any visible grossness, just a splash.

"Ah!" Nancy screamed, then fainted from shock.

When she woke up, I was standing over her. She opened her eyes and looked at me like she saw a demon.

"Fire her! She must be fired!" Nancy screamed, finger aimed at my head like a missile.

I gave her a sheepish grin.

"Well, Miss, I swear it was an accident. And there's nothing nasty on you. I scrubbed everything squeaky clean," I said.

Patrick didn't seem all that fazed when he heard the whole story.

"I don't care! She must be fired!" Nancy shrieked.

Patrick waved it off.

"You've already fired many maids. We can barely find any these days. Vita didn't mean it. Let her stay for now."

I gave him a grateful smile, expressing my gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Robertson! Much appreciated!"

Nancy's face crumpled with frustration, but Patrick didn't seem to care.

He just headed back upstairs to deal with work.

Later, while cleaning, I whispered to Clara, "Patrick doesn't seem all that into Nancy. I think I've got a shot."

Clara rolled her eyes. "If I'm staying here, I better be getting paid."

I groaned. "I'm being serious, and you're here asking for money."

"No cash, no motivation. I'm not some heiress like you."

"Once I lock down Patrick, I'll shower you with gifts and money."

Clara's eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

She gave me a sly look and suggested, "What if you drug him? Turn this thing physical."

I glared. "You're awful."

Just then, Nancy started her antics again. "Maid! Come clean!"

"Coming," I muttered under my breath.

3

The job itself wasn't particularly demanding-mostly routine cleaning and the occasional task like watering the plants.

Since there were no children in the Robertson family, I didn't have to worry about babysitting duties either, which was a relief.

It might have been a decent arrangement, if not for Nancy, who clung to the household like a parasite, constantly finding new ways to interfere with me and make my life miserable.

Since Patrick wouldn't let her fire me openly, she resorted to underhanded tactics whenever she could.

Today, she brought over a few of her upper-class friends, waltzing in with bags full of food.

The moment I appeared, they started in on me like vultures spotting fresh meat.

One of the women took one look at me and immediately twisted her face into something truly grotesque.

"Nancy, who's this?" she sneered. "A maid? You've got trash like this hanging around? How are we supposed to have any fun?" (这里You指代的是Nancy, 说的是Nancy你怎么能让这样的垃圾待在这)

Then she jabbed a manicured finger in my direction and barked, "You-yeah, you. Get out! We're here to have a good time. Scram."

I walked with a professional smile plastered across my face, channeling the poise of a maid with centuries of experience.

"Hello, Miss Wallace, Mr. Robertson gave strict instructions-no strays allowed in his home."

The moment I finished speaking, a few of them turned an impressive shade of gray. Nancy's face darkened as she snapped, "What the hell do you mean by that?"

I looked at her, feigning innocence. "Would you like me to explain it again?"

"You're asking for trouble!" the woman shrieked.

I turned on my heel and started walking away, calling over my shoulder, "Miss Wallace, it's time for me to clean this room. I'll have to ask you all to step outside-unless you'd like me to call Mr. Robertson."

With my back to them, I couldn't help but smile.

They were speechless. They had clearly come here planning to give me a hard time, to show me who was in charge. But the moment I mentioned Patrick's name, they all shut up.

Although Patrick wasn't home at the moment, I had been observing them for days. Their relationship wasn't exactly built on trust and affection.

That was why I had the nerve to push back-I was betting they wouldn't dare risk upsetting him.

Nancy's expression shifted in an instant as she said, "Fine. Just make sure you clean everything thoroughly. I don't want to see a single speck of dust later. And we're going to eat here in a bit. You'll handle the meal prep."

I nodded reluctantly. "Alright."

As much as I wanted to refuse, I couldn't. Technically, that was part my job.

But just as I started to move, a wicked little idea took shape in my mind.

Since Clara had gone to class, the cleaning duties fell entirely on me.

"Let's see you act smug now!" I muttered under my breath.

I chucked everything straight into the trash without a second glance. When I spotted Nancy's handbag lying on the table, I grabbed it without hesitation and tossed it into the bin too.

The bag hit the edge, burst open with a satisfying crack, and spilled a business card out.

"Huh... which stray is this one from?" I muttered as I bent down and picked it up.

But as I read what was printed on it, my expression slowly shifted into one of stunned disbelief.