“You, houseboy, get in here!” "Kairo! The wine rack is ordered wrongly. Fix it!”“Kairo! Where’s my curling iron?!”“Kairo! Why is the dog wearing the guest’s bowtie?!”For over a year, this has been the order of events in the DeLancey's estate. Kairo Dune, the houseboy of the estate sees it as all so normal. He’d been running endless errand trips for the DeLanceys for years, picking up groceries, dropping off dry cleaning, or fetching ridiculous items in the dead of the night. It never ended and they never stopped treating him like a rag, like he was nothing.Kairo wasn’t just a houseboy. By day, he was the quiet, obedient servant in the luxurious DeLancey estate, but by night, he was Lord Harrison, the billionaire owner of a popular Casino empire. No one in the city, not even the DeLancey family, had any idea that this lowly servant was the mastermind behind the wealthy empire. The quiet, obedient houseboy who answered to snapped fingers and insults was the same man who owned

Black limousines, the types that ooze grandeur and luxury, rolled into the grand DeLancey estate in procession. The staff stood in a neat line, heads bowed, uniforms pristine. Security men in tailored suits flanked the arrival point, their eyes sweeping the courtyard.Delancey family had rolled out their finest to meet the billionaire casino mogul who, unknown to them, had already vacuumed their floors that morning.Lord Harrison, clad in a tailored navy suit, strolled in with the casual grace of a man who owned every chair he passed by; he was the houseboy they overlooked just hours ago, but now masked in wealth, charisma, and demure. His entourage followed clean suits, earpieces, and silent nods. The scent of money came with them too.DeLancey stepped forward with his wife trailing closely behind him. “Lord Harrison, what an honor to have you,” he said.He bowed slightly. “The honor is mine, Lord DeLancey, and I must say, your estate lives up to its legacy.”Lady Delancey joined

Kairo sneaked into the private quarters of Lord Harrison's private quarters. He pulled his plain, sweat-stained shirt and apron of a houseboy; and now in place of rags, he wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with dark velvet lapels and golden cufflinks.He was amazed at the speed with which he switched from a peasant to an elite in under five minutes; and more surprised at how the dumb household couldn't spot any similarities in the two characters.Lord Harrison's meeting with Lady Celesta will have to wait; for right now he has a family business to brush with Lord Delancey himself. So as he opened the door that led to Delancey's estate, he found his host, cigar in hand, pacing beside the fireplace with the rest of his clan seated around him like loyal security guards working overtime. Lady Delancey sat poised, fingers laced in her lap, a practiced smile on her face. Besides the table sat Donald, the arrogant spoilt bastard of a son, swaggering in overconfidence, sipping brandy

Inside Lord Harrison's estate, Kairo hurriedly changed from his royalty into a stained aproned shirt. His meeting with Lady Celesta had revealed much more secrets than he had expected. His mission now was to find the documents inside DeLancey's estate.So he hurriedly changed into his houseboy costume and hurried out unto the faint light of the large walkway. And as he looked down on his feet, he was wearing the shoes of Lord Harrison. In his hurry, he had forgotten to pull it. Making to rush back and make remedy, a tender voice chimed in from the corridor. It was Evelyn, who leaned against the marble walls with arms crossed and eyes narrowed like a cat who knew the mouse had secrets.“Well, well,” she said, one brow arched. “Isn’t it interesting that the houseboy’s wearing Lord Harrison’s slippers and strolling around with it like he owns the place?”Kairo, in his modest linen shirt and tailored trousers, glanced down at the gold-embroidered shoes on his feet and what he felt was

It was a cold morning in the DeLancey's Family Estate room. Celesta sat curled at the edge of a high-backed chair, her silk sleeves clinging to her arms damp with tears. Her face was pale and streaked with sorrow. The betrayal gnawed at her heart and streams of tears came running down her cheeks in succession."How could he do this to me?” she asked but to no one in particular. “I gave him everything."“Don’t speak his name again,” Lady Colette snapped, cuddling her sister who was quaking through tears and heartbreak. “That billion-dollar fool, if he is even worthy of the title, was never fit to stand beside you, let alone wed you.”"I've always known that girl Evelyn to be a lover-snatcher. No girl who writes for a newspaper column can ever amount to any good." Lady Celesta spits amidst sobs.Lady DeLancey sat stiffly by the mirror, Her voice cold and cutting. “And to think that we just signed off our wealth for his control. How did we not know that he is a male whore?”Uncle Hadr