DYING BILLIONAIRE BEGGED THE MAID FOR THIS ONE LAST TIME

• The sterile white walls of the hospital room felt suffocating to Neil White House as he sat in the uncomfortable chair beside his bed. The soft hum of machines, the gentle beep of heart monitors, and the faint scent of antiseptic all blended together in an atmosphere that he had never imagined himself in. Neil was a man who had always prided himself on control.
• His empire, his wealth, his life, all meticulously organized. Yet in this moment, all that control had slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving only a crushing feeling of helplessness. Dr.
• Harrison, a middle-aged man with graying hair and somber eyes, stood in front of him, holding a manila folder in his hands. His voice was low, careful. Mr. White House, the scans, they show no improvement. I’m afraid the cancer has spread more aggressively than we initially anticipated. I’m sorry, but given the extent of the damage, we estimate you have 6 months, maybe less. The words fell heavy in the air, suffocating Neil, stealing his breath. 6 months.
• The man who had conquered industries, outsmarted rivals, and built a sprawling fortune could do nothing to escape the invisible force that would soon take everything from him. His life, his legacy, his future. He had always known time was finite, but this was different. The ticking clock now felt like a loud, unrelenting roar, echoing in his ears with every passing second.
• He was a man who had spent a lifetime acquiring wealth. But now, as his body began to betray him, he realized there was one thing money could never buy, time. 6 months, Neil whispered almost to himself, his eyes drifting to the window where sunlight poured in, casting long shadows across the floor. He had made countless deals, brokered hundreds of contracts, and yet none of that had prepared him for this.
• Dr. Harrison gave a sympathetic nod. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I can arrange paliotative care.” Thank you. But no, Neil interrupted, his voice firm despite the shakiness that clung to his words. He knew what awaited him. Endless painkillers, comfort measures, and the slow decline into nothingness.
• That was not the way he wanted to go out. There had to be more than that. Dr. Harrison gave him a concerned look, clearly wondering what Neil intended. Are you sure we could? Yes, I’m sure, Neil said, his voice sharp. He looked the doctor in the eye. Thank you for your time, but I think I need some time alone.
• The doctor nodded, understanding the need for privacy. Of course, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. As the door clicked shut behind Dr. Harrison, Neil’s gaze shifted to the empty chair beside his bed. His hand gripped the armrest, knuckles white. He had spent years cultivating his business, but now, in these final months, it wasn’t his empire that mattered.
• It was something far more personal, his legacy. He had no children, no heirs. His wealth would mean nothing if it wasn’t passed on, if it didn’t serve a greater purpose. His thoughts turned to Angel Green, his loyal maid. She had been with him for years. her presence a constant in the background of his life. Angel was unlike anyone he knew, quiet, dependable, and always there when he needed her.

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• But more than that, she had been kind to him in ways that others had not. While most saw him as nothing more than a wealthy businessman to serve, Angel treated him with a respect that went beyond duty. Neil’s eyes closed as he sat back, a deep sight escaping him. What was the point of dying with nothing? of leaving behind nothing but cold impersonal assets. No, there was one thing he could do, one final request.
• It was a desperate idea, but perhaps it was the only way to leave behind something that mattered, something that would carry his memory, his name, into the future. It was outrageous. It was risky, and it would change everything. But in that moment, as his body grew weaker, as the clock continued to tick down relentlessly, Neil knew he had no choice.
• He reached for the intercom beside his bed and pressed the button. The soft click of the speaker echoed in the room. “Angel,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with an urgency that surprised him. “Please come to my room.” The moment Angel entered his room, she could immediately sense something had shifted.
• Neil’s face, though still pale from his illness, had a determined look in his eyes. He sat up straighter in the bed than she had seen him do in days, his usual controlled demeanor back in place. “Angel,” he began, his voice grave, but calm. “I need to ask you for something, something personal.” “Angel, who had spent years in Neil’s service, immediately felt a weight in her chest.
• ” There was always a quiet intensity about him, but today it was different. His words carried a heaviness that made her heartbeat faster. “What is it, sir?” she asked, stepping closer, her hands clasped in front of her. “Neil’s eyes met hers, searching her face for a moment. I don’t have much time left,” he said, the truth of it hanging in the air like a thick fog.
• “I’ve lived my life building wealth, but I’ve never considered the things that matter most. I I need to leave behind something more than money. I need a legacy. Angel swallowed hard. She had always known her place in this house. She was the maid, the servant, the one who remained in the background. She had never imagined herself being part of any of Neil’s grand plans. But the gravity of his words made her heart ache.
• What do you mean, sir? Her voice trembled slightly. Neil looked down at his hands, taking a deep breath before continuing. I want you to have my child. Angel froze. The words echoed in her ears, the impossible nature of them sinking in like stones in her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. The idea was absurd, preposterous.

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• It was one thing to be loyal to serve him. But this this was a step beyond anything she had ever imagined, but she saw the desperation in his eyes. She saw the vulnerability that he kept hidden from the world. She knew that he didn’t say this lightly. “Why me?” Angel finally asked, her voice barely a whisper.
• Neil’s expression softened, his eyes flickering with emotion. Because you’ve always been there for me, angel. You’ve been more than a servant. You’ve been my friend, my companion. I trust you and I. I need you to help me leave something behind. Angel stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of Neil’s words hung in the air, thick with both shock and unspoken emotion.
• She had always known him to be a man of few words, preferring to communicate with actions, his sharp mind always calculating, always in control. But now here he was, his vulnerability laid bare, his once commanding presence diminished by the illness that had taken over his body. I, Angel began, her voice trembling slightly as she stepped further into the room, though her mind struggled to grasp what Neil had just asked of her.
• The request was so foreign, so unexpected that it took a moment to process. You want me to to have your child? Neil’s gaze softened as he nodded slowly, his face a mixture of regret and quiet desperation. Yes, Angel. I don’t have much time left, and I’ve come to realize that what I’ve built, my wealth, my empire, it doesn’t matter.
• What will I leave behind when I’m gone? No one to carry on my name, my legacy. I can’t let all of it disappear into nothingness. He paused, his voice growing quieter. I’ve seen how you care for me, how you’ve been more than just an employee. I trust you, Angel. I know this is a huge ask, but I need you to do this for me.
• Not for the money, not for anything other than the chance to have something of myself, something real that will carry on after I’m gone. Angel felt a whirlwind of emotions stirring within her, shock, confusion, and even a touch of disbelief. She had served Neil loyally for years, had seen him as more than a boss, more than just a man of business.
• But this was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her eyes drifted down to the floor, her mind racing. Could she truly agree to something so intimate, so life-changing? “Why me, Neil?” she finally asked, her voice quiet, almost hesitant. Why would you ask me? There must be someone else, someone more suited to this kind of thing.

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• Neil’s face softened even more, his eyes filled with sincerity. Because you are the one who has always been there for me. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst, and through it all, you’ve never judged me. You’ve treated me with kindness and respect when no one else did. I don’t want this to be about obligation. I want it to be about trust and love.
• I can’t imagine leaving this world without knowing that something of mine will carry on with someone who cares about me. Angel looked at him, her heart torn. She had never imagined herself in such a position. And yet, she couldn’t deny the deep connection she had with Neil. He had been a figure of stability in her life.
• A man who had treated her with dignity when others would have ignored her. His request was not just one of necessity. It was deeply personal. I don’t know, Neil. Angel whispered, feeling a swirl of emotions rise within her. This isn’t something I can just agree to without understanding it fully.
• It’s not just about bearing a child. It’s about what it means. The life that would come from it and the life that will change forever. Neil reached out, his hand trembling slightly, but the touch was gentle. I understand, Angel. And if you say no, I will never hold it against you.
• But if you do choose to do this, I promise you that I will do everything I can to make sure you’re taken care of, that you and our child will never have to want for anything. The sincerity in his voice touched something deep inside her. Angel had always acted out of loyalty, out of a sense of duty to him. But now she realized there was something more at play.
• It wasn’t just his wealth, his position. It was the quiet affection they had built over the years, the bond that had slowly grown, unseen by others, but there all along. I I need time to think,” Angel said softly, looking at him with a mix of concern and understanding. “This isn’t a decision I can make lightly.” Neil nodded, his expression understanding. “Of course.
• Take as much time as you need, but please know that no matter what you decide, I will respect it.” She took a step back, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. As much as she cared for Neil, as much as his plea stirred something deep within her, there was so much to consider. This wasn’t just about him or his legacy, it was about her own life, her future, and the future of a child who would be brought into the world under the most unusual of circumstances.
• As she turned and left the room, the weight of her decision lingered in her chest. What was she supposed to do? Could she truly take on such a responsibility, knowing that it would change everything? In the days that followed, Angel found herself unable to escape the pull of Neil’s request. Though she had stepped away from the hospital room that day with a heavy heart, the idea of carrying his child began to take root in her mind. It wasn’t just about fulfilling a dying man’s wish.

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• It was about something more, something deeper. It was about the love she had for him, the quiet moments they had shared over the years, and the life they could create together in the face of such devastating loss. Neil, too, seemed to grow more determined, more resolute in his desire to see this through.
• Despite his declining health, there was a fire in his eyes that Angel had not seen in a long time. She couldn’t deny that the bond between them had changed. It was no longer just a relationship of duty. It was becoming something far more personal, something tender. One evening, as Angel sat beside Neil’s bedside, helping him adjust his pillows, the silence between them felt different.
• There was an unspoken understanding now, a shared knowledge that their time together was fleeting. But in those moments, they had found a quiet peace. Angel Neil whispered, his voice soft but steady. I know this isn’t easy. And I know you never asked for this, but I want you to know no matter what happens, I’ll always be grateful for you. You’ve given me a chance to leave something behind that matters.
• Angel met his gaze, her heart swelling with a mixture of affection and sorrow. You don’t have to thank me, Neil. I care about you. I want you to be at peace to know that you did everything you could. And in that moment, for the first time since his diagnosis, Neil smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile, the kind of smile that held a thousand unspoken words between them.
• As days turned into weeks, the slow, steady progression of Angel’s pregnancy began to mirror the deepening bond between her and Neil. It was undeniable now. Their relationship had evolved beyond mere duty, beyond the boundaries of employer and servant. They were two people sharing a journey.
• one that had started with obligation but was now infused with affection, tenderness, and an unspoken understanding. Neil’s health continued to decline, his one strong frame weakened by the ravages of his illness. But even in his fragile state, there was a determination in his eyes that Angel couldn’t ignore. She saw the love he had for her, the gratitude, and the quiet hope that he clung to despite the grim prognosis hanging over them both.
• One evening, as the setting sun painted the sky in shades of gold and pink, Angel sat beside Neil’s bed, gently holding his hand. He had been quiet for a while, his eyes closed in rest. But now, as the sound of bird song filtered through the open window, he turned to her, his face soft with emotion. “Angel,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s not fair to ask this of you.
• I know it was never part of the plan, but in these months, I’ve come to realize how much you mean to me. Not just as someone who cares for me, but as someone who’s become essential to my life. She met his gaze, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions.
• Neil, we’ve been through so much together, and I’ve learned more about myself and about you than I ever imagined. You’re not just my employer. You’ve become, she hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to finish the sentence, but the truth of it was undeniable. You’ve become someone I care deeply for. Neil’s eyes brightened, a flicker of the man she had known before the illness, the strong, determined man who had always known what he wanted.
• “I’ve always cared for you, Angel,” he said softly. In ways I never had the words for, but I’ve cared for you deeply. I may not have been the best at showing it, but I’ve never taken you for granted. There was a long silence between them, a quiet understanding in the way there. Hands intertwined. Angel could feel the weight of the moment. This was a turning point, the calm before the storm.