Ma stepped out later.
All eyes were on her.
Jealous. Curious. Sharp.
One maid whispered, “It has happened.”
Another replied, “No. It has just started.”
And they were right.
Because love had entered the mansion.
Real love.
Messy love.
Dangerous love.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
From that morning, the mansion changed completely.
Not slowly.
Not quietly.
But like someone had switched on life itself.
Anthony Olamide was no longer just the cold, untouchable billionaire.
Now he smiled.
He laughed.
He even waited outside the kitchen sometimes.
Yes.
The same man who owned companies, jets, and half the city was standing near pots of stew.
One afternoon, Mama Grace caught him there.
She folded her arms. “Anthony, what are you doing here?”
He cleared his throat. “I’m inspecting.”
Ma’s voice came from inside. “Sir, if you are inspecting, please inspect quietly. You are distracting the food.”
Mama Grace burst into laughter. “See your life?”
Anthony shook his head, but he was smiling.
“God has answered somebody’s prayer.”
But not everyone was happy.
The maids were still whispering.
Still watching.
And then the ex returned.
Uninvited.
UnsMiling.
Dangerous.
She walked into the mansion like she owned part of the air.
“Good day.”
Anthony’s expression hardened slightly. “What do you want?”
Her eyes shifted to Ma, standing there calm and unshaken.
“I came to see how far this joke has gone.”
Ma smiled politely. “Welcome. The joke is now a full movie.”
Anthony almost laughed.
The ex stepped closer, lowering her voice. “She’s not your level.”
Ma responded immediately. “Madam, level is not by money. It’s by peace. And I have it.”
Silence.
Sharp. Heavy.
Anthony looked at Ma, and something in his chest tightened.
Pride.
Pure pride.
That night, Anthony stood in front of everyone.
Staff. Silence.
“I want to make something clear.”
All eyes on him.
“Ma is not just a maid in this house.”
Murmurs spread.
He continued, “She is my choice.”
Gasps.
