A Billionaire Invited Models for His Daughter to Pick a MotherβBut She Pointed at the Maid
The grand Lancaster estate was filled with hushed whispers and the glimmer of chandeliers. Richard Lancaster, a billionaire widower, had planned everything meticulously: a hall full of elegant models, each hoping to impress his six-year-old daughter, Amelia. Tonight was supposed to be the first step in finding Amelia a new mother.
But then Ameliaβs clear little voice cut through the evening like a bell: βDaddy, I choose her!β
Every head turned. Every breath caught. Because Amelia wasnβt pointing at one of the women in glittering gowns. She was pointing at Clara, the maid. The woman who wore no jewelry, no silk dress, no diamonds. Just a simple black uniform and a gentle smile.
Richardβs jaw clenched as he stared at Clara, trying to read her expression. Surely this was a misunderstanding. Surely Clara had said something to sway Amelia. Yet Clara looked as shocked as everyone else.
Claraβs hand flew to her chest. βMe? Ameliaβ¦ no, sweetheart, Iβm justββ
βYouβre kind to me,β Amelia said softly, but her words carried a childβs steady truth. βYou tell me bedtime stories when Daddyβs busy. I want you to be my mommy.β
Gasps filled the room. A couple of models exchanged sharp looks, while others raised their brows. One even let out a small laugh, quickly stifled. All eyes turned to Richard.
For the first time in years, Richard Lancaster didnβt know what to say.
π What happened next would shake Richardβs certainty, challenge his pride, and force him to confront a question he had avoided for years: was he searching for a wife to protect his imageβor a mother who could love his daughter? Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI