I avoided Alistair
Like a plague
Buy heaven knows
That I am hurting
How can I deprive the right
From my unborn child
A father?
Though I slave in this house
Like the maid I am.
Though I bear
A child
Of a man I can't have
Though I keep the secret of
This child's father
From my peers
The wife of the house pities me
But I need no pity
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
