The Audacity! My Butler's Girlfriend Thinks She Owns My Penthouse

My butler told his girlfriend that I was just a cheap mistress trying to sleep my way to the top!

That day, I took my mother to The Zenith Club for dinner. I wanted her to try the new menu crafted by our newly hired French head chef.

But the moment I pushed open the doors to my private VVIP suite, I froze.

A woman in a neon pink minidress was lounging in my seat, her legs crossed. She was holding up her phone, filming an Instagram Live.

"Look, guys! This is my boyfriends private dining room on the top floor of The Zenith Club. You cant even book this place with money!"

Seeing me walk in, she lowered her phone and sneered.

"Who are you? You look so cheap. How did you even sneak in here?"

I frowned. "Get out. This is my room."

She immediately stood up, strutted over to me, and poked her fake acrylic nail right into my shoulder.

"Your room? Do you even know who owns this club? My boyfriend does!"

Too bad her boyfriend was just my family's butler.

I stared at her for a few seconds, and it suddenly clicked.

This was Chloe Bennett, the girlfriend of my new estate manager, Ryan Miller.

I took a deep breath, refusing to waste my energy arguing with her. I pulled out my phone and dialed Ryans number directly.

"Ryan. Your girlfriend is in my private suite right now. Get up here and explain this. Now."

On the other end of the line, Ryans voice instantly went into a panic. "Miss Vance! IIll be right there!"

I hung up, leaned against the doorframe, and looked at Chloe coldly.

Seeing that I had no intention of leaving, Chloe scoffed. "What? Still here? Waiting for my boyfriend to throw you out?"

"Your boyfriend?" I looked at her. "He told you he owns this place?"

Chloe raised her chin, her face full of smug pride. "Of course! Ryan told me the entire Zenith Club belongs to him. A cheap girl like you probably can't even afford a basic membership. You don't belong here."

I didn't answer. I just watched her quietly.

My silence made her uncomfortable. She huffed, "What are you staring at? Let me tell you, Ive seen plenty of girls like you trying to hit on my boyfriend. You just want his money and power, right? Give it up. Ryan would never look at someone like you."

I still said nothing.

She got bolder, stepping closer. "I heard you linger around the club every day, trying to 'accidentally' bump into him. How shameless. Ryan told me youre just a desperate cleaning girl. He let you work here out of pity. Don't get ahead of yourself."

A cleaning girl.

I let out a cold laugh in my head.

So that was what Ryan had been telling her.

I never would have thought that as the founder of this elite private club franchise, I would be mistaken for a cleaning lady.

And all of this was because I had soft spot for Arthurs grandson.

Arthur had been my familys loyal butler for fifty years. He was honest, meticulous, and never caused any trouble.

In half a century, he had never made a single mistake. He even hesitated for hours before accepting the holiday bonuses I handed him.

Three months ago, Arthur was diagnosed with a severe joint condition and had to retire for long-term recovery.

On his last day, he stood before me, rubbing his rough hands together. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, with an embarrassed look, if I could give his grandson, Ryan, a job, since Ryan had just been laid off.

Arthur was an honest man who had never asked for a favor in his life. That was his first time.

Out of respect for him, I agreed.

For the first two months, Ryan did a decent job.

He wasn't as perfect as his grandfather, but he kept the mansion organized and handled my requests well enough.

But a few days ago, Ryan came to me, rubbing his hands nervously.

"Miss Vance, I started dating this girl. Shes from a really good background, and I wanted to treat her to a nice dinner at the club to impress her... Could I borrow a membership slot? Just once, I promise. It won't affect you at all."

I looked at him. Arthur had asked me to look out for him, so I didn't want to be too harsh.

"Fine. Just this once."

Ryan thanked me profusely and left.

But I didn't expect that this "one-time favor" would turn into a disaster.

The "one-time" dinner became a daily routine.

Even after the suite incident, Chloe didn't back down. Instead, she came even more frequently.

Every single afternoon, she would show up at The Zenith Club, taking photos in various VIP rooms and posting them on her Snapchat.

At first, Chloe only liked taking photos and videos in the lobby to brag to her followers.

I could understand that. A young girls vanity is normal.

But what I couldn't tolerate was the sheer disgust and contempt in Chloes eyes every time she saw me.

It was as if I owed her millions.

A few times, when I walked past her, she would violently spray perfume in my direction and complain loudly:

"Ugh, this is supposed to be a high-end club. Why does it always smell like cheap trash?"

I thought there was an actual odor, so I specifically told the club manager to do a deep clean and air purification.

But she only got worse. She started sanitizing the sofas after I sat on them.

She even pasted "Private Area" labels on the spots I frequently used.

When I questioned Ryan about it, he would always apologize nervously in private:

"Miss Vance, Chloe is just worried that the club's environment isn't clean enough. She wants to maintain the club's high standards for you, so shes extra obsessed with hygiene."

I didn't think much of it then.

I was too busy managing the expansion of our new branches. I didn't have the energy to sweat the small stuff with a young girl.

But now I realized she actually thought I was a cleaning girl trying to seduce her "CEO boyfriend"!

While I was lost in my thoughts, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Ryan ran in, panting heavily.

When he saw my icy expression and then saw Chloe live-streaming in my suite, his face drained of all color.

He rushed over to me, lowering his voice to a whisper only I could hear.

"Miss Vance, I am so, so sorry! I didn't explain things clearly to her. She got the wrong idea and thought I owned the club... Don't worry, Ill explain everything to her right now!"

I looked at him coldly. "You better."

Ryan nodded frantically, then turned and walked into the suite. He grabbed Chloe and whispered to her. Chloe froze, glared at me, and reluctantly put away her phone before leaving with Ryan.

Before he left, Ryan turned back to give me a pleading smile and mouthed, "Miss Vance, don't worry. Ill handle it."

Watching his retreating back, I felt a slight unease, but I shook it off. I shut the door and enjoyed dinner with my mother.

I thought that was the end of it.

Until one weekend, I decided to have my mother spend a few days at my suburban villa to relax.

I called Ryan. "Ryan, my mother wants to stay at the villa for a couple of days. Can you clean it up? You have the keys, right?"

The line went dead silent for a few seconds. Then, Ryan stammered, "Miss Vance... the villa has been empty for a while. It's incredibly dusty. Why don't you go in a couple of days? Let me send a cleaning crew first."

I frowned. "No need. I can tidy up myself. Just give me the keys. Im taking my mother there today."

Ryan quickly said, "Miss Vance, how can I let you do that? Youre the boss. You shouldn't be cleaning. Besides, the water and electricity need to be checked. What if something goes wrong? How about the day after tomorrow? I promise it will be spotless by then."

I felt suspicious, but I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Ryan loved playing small tricks, but he wouldn't dare lie about something like this. I hesitated but agreed. "Fine. Get it done quickly."

But the next day, Ryan called again, claiming the AC was broken and the technician wouldn't be free for another two days.

On the third day, he said a pipe in the yard was leaking, and the main valve had to be shut off, making the house uninhabitable.

After three days of excuses, my suspicion peaked.

I didn't bother arguing. I drove my mother straight to the suburban villa.

Arriving at the gates, I parked the car and told my mother, "Mom, go ahead and unlock the door first. Ill park the car and catch up."

My mother nodded, got out of the car, and walked toward the front door with the keys.

But the moment I turned off the engine, before I could even step out, I heard a sharp, loud slap from the villa.

Then came my mothers terrified cry.

My heart stopped. I leapt out of the car and sprinted toward the entrance.

The front door was wide open. My mother was sitting on the ground, clutching her face. Her eyes were red, and a trickle of blood was escaping the corner of her mouth.

And Chloe was standing over her, hands on her hips, glaring down with pure disgust.

"You old bag! Who gave you permission to touch my sofa? Do you know how expensive that leather is? Youll ruin it with your dirty, cheap clothes!"

I rushed in, helped my mother up, and glared at Chloe. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Chloe was taken aback to see me, but she quickly sneered.

"Oh, look who it is. Another one? You must be this old woman's daughter, right? Perfect. Take your mother and get out before she ruins my house!"

I ignored her and checked my mothers face. Half of her cheek was already swollen, with a clear handprint. Her knees were scraped and bleeding.

I took a deep breath and looked around the room.

The living room didn't look empty at all. It looked like it had been hijacked.

The coffee table was piled high with takeout boxes, empty chips bags, and half-empty wine bottles.

A few designer dresses and underwear were tossed over the sofa. The expensive rug was stained with red wine and cigarette burns.

Seeing this, my fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.

I had bought this villa specifically for my mothers vacations. I had spent so much time and effort designing and furnishing it.

I always kept it in pristine condition. Now, this trash of a human had ruined it.

Chloe stood in front of me, looking down her nose.

"You bitch. Seducing my boyfriend wasn't enough? Now you're bringing your decrepit mother to occupy his house?"

"How dare an old hag like her step foot in my boyfriends villa!"

I stared at her, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Who told you this is Ryan's villa?"

Chloe scoffed.

"He did, obviously."

"You shameless slut. You saw that my boyfriend is the owner of the club, so you tried everything to seduce him, didn't you?"

"Clinging to him at the club wasn't enough, so you brought your mother to his house to force your way in?"

"Let me tell you, Ryan said he only let you work at the club out of pity! He would never be interested in a cheap girl like you. You think you can use your body to climb the ladder? In your dreams!"

So Ryan had been telling her all of this.

No wonder Chloe had treated me like garbage before.

In her mind, Ryan was a wealthy CEO who drove hypercars and owned mansions.

And I was just a desperate girl trying to sleep with her boyfriend to get a piece of his wealth.

She thought I was stalking him, trying to take her place.

How utterly pathetic.

Chloe got louder and more hysterical. Her shrieks echoed through the villa. "You shameless home-wrecking bitch! You tried to steal my man, and now youre bringing your mother to my doorstep? You think you can move in? Keep dreaming!"

Her screaming was so loud it caught the attention of people outside.

Footsteps hurried toward the house. Two neighborhood security guards ran in, followed by a few neighbors who had been woken up by the noise.

A guard poked his head in, frowning. "What's going on here?"

Seeing an audience, Chloe instantly switched to victim mode. She pointed at me and cried to the guards and neighbors, "Thank god you're here! This home-wrecker is trying to steal my boyfriend, and now she brought her mother to attack me in my own home! Please help me!"

The guards and neighbors looked at me, then at the messy living room. Disgust filled their eyes.

A neighbor curled her lip. "Gosh, young girls these days have no shame."

Another shook her head. "Unbelievable. The actual girlfriend lives here, and this girl brings her mother to cause a scene. How trashy."

The guard frowned at me. "Ma'am, you need to leave immediately, or we will call the police."

With the crowd backing her, Chloes confidence soared. She reached out and grabbed my collar. "Did you hear that? Even the guards and neighbors know youre a shameless bitch!"

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto my mothers chest. Her eyes lit up.

"This sapphire brooch looks expensive. You stole this too, didn't you?"

Before I could react, she let go of my collar, lunged at my mother, and violently ripped the brooch off her dress.

Chloes movement was so sudden and violent that my mother couldn't defend herself. The brooch was snatched away instantly.

Seeing this, my heart stopped. "Give that back!"

Seeing my panic, Chloe let out a cruel laugh. "So nervous? This must be worth a fortune."

I panicked. "Its not about the money. It belongs to my mother. Give it back now!"

I lunged forward to grab it.

That sapphire brooch was the engagement gift my late father had given to my mother.

My father passed away from an illness when I was ten.

My mother had worn it close to her heart every day since. It had never left her side.

It was her only physical connection to my father.

I would not let anyone destroy it!

"Oh, you want it? Then watch me."

Before I could reach her, Chloe raised her arm and slammed the brooch onto the hardwood floor with all her might.

With a sickening, sharp crack, the sapphire shattered.

The blue shards scattered across the floor.

"No!"

My mother let out a heartbroken shriek. She collapsed onto the floor, scrambling desperately for the fragments. "Your father gave me this... this is all I have left of him..."

Something snapped inside me. I raised my hand and slapped Chloe across the face.

"You cheap bitch! How dare you strike me?"

Chloe clutched her red cheek and screamed like a maniac. "Im going to kill you, you home-wrecking whore!"

She lunged at me, grabbing my hair and dragging me down to the floor.

The guards and neighbors stood at the door, watching. No one stepped in to help. In their eyes, this was just a rightful girlfriend teaching a home-wrecker a lesson.

Chloe pinned me to the floor, sitting on my waist. She slapped me repeatedly, screaming, "How dare you touch my man! How dare you!"

My mother crawled over, trying to shield me with her body, crying, "Stop hitting my daughter! You have it all wrong! This is my daughter's house!"

Chloe kicked my mother away. "Shut up, you old liar! Your daughter is a cheap mistress! This house belongs to her? In your dreams!"

I shook with rage, glaring at her through the pain.

"You will regret this. I promise you."

Hearing this, the neighbors at the door laughed as if they had heard the funniest joke.

"Oh, Im shaking! Chloes boyfriend is the owner of The Zenith Club. Who do you think you are to make us regret anything?"

"Exactly. Youre just a low-life employee who tries to sleep her way up. You sell your body for money, and you dare threaten us?"

"A whore should know her place. You brought this on yourself."

Chloe yanked my hair back, forcing me to look up at her. She sneered, "Regret? Ive never regretted anything in my life. Let's see how you're going to make me regret this, bitch!"

I gritted my teeth, reached for my cracked phone on the floor, and dialed 91"Hello, I need to report an emergency. I have intruders in my private residence. They are assaulting me and my mother, and destroying priceless property. The address is..."

Before I could finish, the roar of multiple engines echoed outside. Several black luxury SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the villa.