Serving the Ruthless Billionaire
curious girl
here another celeb mix work
I like sabs hair duh and mls eye
well lets go to story of our sh##ty brain
sabrina(fl)
(Standing before the massive, iron-wrought gates of the Bassett Manor)
"This place looks more like a high-security prison than a billionaire's home."
...
(Her voice sharp, cutting through the heavy silence of the foyer)
"It is a residence of a man who values his peace, Miss Carpenter. Follow me and keep your eyes on the floor
sabrina(fl)
(Staring at the thick, black velvet curtains covering every single window)
"It’s so... dark. Is the rumor actually true then?"
...
(Stopping abruptly, her back stiff)
"What rumor?
sabrina(fl)
That he’s allergic to the sun? That he never goes out because he can’t handle the light? Is that why it feels like a tomb in here?"
...
(Turning with a glare that could freeze boiling water)
"Your curiosity is going to be your downfall. You are here to cook, not to psychoanalyze the Master. Do not ask about him again, or you will find your bags on the curb before sunset
sabrina(fl)
(Muttering under her breath)
"Touchy.
sabrina(fl)
Nothing! Just... lead the way
sabrina(fl)
(Her jaw dropping as the door opens to a room draped in gold and white marble)
"Oh my god..
sabrina(fl)
(Running her hand over the 1000-thread-count silk sheets)
"This room is literally bigger than my entire studio in LA. Even the air smells like money."
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You have ten minutes to freshen up. The Master’s assistant is waiting for you in the kitchen. Do not be late.
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(Leaning against a professional-grade stove, tapping a leather folder against his palm)
"Punctuality. I like that. I’m Leo
sabrina(fl)
You’re the assistant?
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Assistant, cousin, and the only person allowed to see his face. Here is your Bible
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(Hands her the folder filled with complex, handwritten recipes)
"No substitutions. No mistakes. Joshua is ruthless. If a dish is off by even a hint of seasoning, he won't just send it back—he'll make sure you never work in this industry again."
sabrina(fl)
Joshua Bassett... why did he choose me? I’m a writer who cooks for fun. There are Michelin-star chefs who would kill for this salary.
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(His expression turning unreadable)
"I asked him the same thing. All he said was, 'Her.' I don't know why, and frankly, I don't want to know. Just do your job and stay away from the West Wing
[Nighttime - Sabrina's POV]
I lay in the center of the massive bed, the silence of the manor ringing in my ears. My fingers flew across my phone screen, desperation fueling my search.
sabrina(fl)
(Typing: Joshua Bassett billionaire face)
Search Results: No images found.
(Typing: Joshua Bassett leaked photos)
Search Results: File Not Found. Legal Redaction Notice.
sabrina(fl)
(Frustrated, whispering to the empty room)
"How can someone be a billionaire in 2026 and not have a single digital footprint? It’s like he’s a ghost."
I stared at the ceiling, thinking about the warnings. Ruthless. Invisible. Sun-allergic. My mind began to wander, imagining the man behind the dark velvet curtains. I felt a strange pull toward the West Wing, a hunger to see the man who picked me out of a sea of professionals.
I shoved the thought down, growled it back inside, but my heart refused to cooperate. It stayed thumping hard against my ribs, the adrenaline leaking through my veins, no logic to stop it
I cleared my throat, trying to sound calm, like I was still in control of my own nerves.
sabrina(fl)
Go to sleep, Sabrina. You're just the chef
I closed my eyes, but the darkness of the room felt like it was watching me back.
...
"I... I haven't seen anything."
sabrina(fl)
(She scoffed, arms crossing, cheeks burning)
"Then who was staring for two minutes, huh?"
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The security cameras are for his protection, not for your ego. Now, go to bed
sabrina(fl)
(Muttering as she turns away)
"Liar. He was watching
I finally drifted off, dreaming of a man with no face standing in a room full of shadows, waiting for me to make a mistake
.
sabrina(fl)
(Placing a garnish on the plate and taking out a small piece of pink stationery)
"There. A little personality never hurt anyone."
sabrina(fl)
(Writing: Hope this breakfast brightens your morning, even if you keep the curtains closed. – Sabrina)
ml assistant
(Walking in, eyeing the note with a raised eyebrow)
"Is that for him?
sabrina(fl)
It's just a polite greeting, Leo. Does he hate politeness too?"
ml assistant
"He hates distractions. But anyway, you’re ahead of schedule. If you’re bored, you can head to the library on the 3rd floor. There’s a collection of rare cookbooks there that might actually teach you something."
sabrina(fl)
The 3rd floor? I thought that was off-limits
ml assistant
(His expression turning serious)
"The library is fine. But do not go any higher. The floors above that are his private quarters. He stays there, and he doesn’t like intruders. Understand?"
sabrina(fl)
Got it. Library good, stairs bad.
[3rd Floor Library - 1:00 PM]
The library was massive, filled with the scent of old paper and expensive leather. Sabrina found a corner with a velvet armchair and a book on 18th-century French pastry.
sabrina(fl)
(Yawning as she flips a page)
"Just five minutes... I'll just rest my eyes for five minutes.
[Two Hours Later]
Sabrina jerked awake as the shadows in the room grew longer. She realized the temperature had dropped, but she wasn't cold.
sabrina(fl)
(Noticing a heavy, cashmere blanket draped over her shoulders)
"Wait... what?"
sabrina(fl)
(Looking around the empty, silent library)
"Leo? You there?"
sabrina(fl)
Must have been Leo. He acts tough, but I guess he doesn't want the chef catching a cold
...
(Setting a tray down with an annoyed clatter)
"The Master finished his meal. He said the flavors were... acceptable
sabrina(fl)
Just acceptable? Did he mention my note?
...
(Leaning over the counter)
"That is exactly why I’m here. Do not use notes again. He explicitly told me to tell you that he does not like them. He finds them 'unnecessary chatter.' Just do your job, Miss Carpenter
sabrina(fl)
(Crossing her arms stubbornly)
"Unnecessary chatter? It was one sentence."
I stared at the tray. The roasted duck looked perfect. Beside it, I placed another note. I knew Mrs. H warned me, but something about his "ruthless" reputation made me want to push back.
sabrina(fl)
(Writing: Acceptable is a boring word for someone with your taste. Try the sauce—it’s more than just 'acceptable.')
sabrina(fl)
(Sending the dumbwaiter up)
"Let’s see if he fires me for a piece of paper."
I was waiting by my door when I heard the heavy footsteps of Mrs. H approaching. I expected a scolding. I expected her to tell me I was done. Instead, she looked confused.
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I don't understand what game you are playing, but the Master sent this back with the tray
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(Hands Sabrina a small, cream-colored card)
sabrina(fl)
(Heart racing as she takes it)
"He replied?"
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He has never replied to a staff member in the three years I've worked here. Goodnight, Miss Carpenter. Try not to let this luck go to your head.
I waited until she was gone before I looked at the card.
...
(Written in elegant, rounded ink)
The sauce was adequate. The chef, however, is becoming a nuisance. Thanks.
sabrina(fl)
(Tracing the letters with her finger, a huge smile breaking out)
"Wait... his handwriting is actually so cute. It doesn't look like a 'ruthless billionaire' wrote this at all."
I shoved the thought down, growled it back inside, but my curiosity refused to cooperate. It stayed active, humming against the back of my mind, no warnings to stop it.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound calm, like I was still in control of the situation.
sabrina(fl)
(Whispering to the card)
"You’re watching me, aren't you, Joshua? And you’re not as mean as you want everyone to think
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I... I haven't seen anything
sabrina(fl)
(She scoffed, arms crossing, cheeks burning)
"Then who was staring for two minutes, huh?"
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The Master sees what he wishes to see. Just ensure you aren't one of those things tomorrow
sabrina(fl)
(Clutching the note to her chest)
"Too late for that.
blackmail
sabrina(fl)
(Carefully plating a stack of lemon-ricotta pancakes, humming to herself)
ml assistant
(Walking in with a smirk, leaning against the counter)
"Well, look at you. I heard the news. Word around the manor is that Joshua actually kept your note. He’s becoming fond of them. That’s a first in... well, ever. Keep it up, Chef."
sabrina(fl)
(Her heart skipping a beat)
"He’s not as ruthless as you said, Leo. Oh, by the way, I have your blanket in my room. I’ll bring it down later
ml assistant
(Frowning, looking genuinely confused)
"My blanket? What are you talking about? I didn't give you a blanket.
sabrina(fl)
(Freezing mid-motion)
"Wait... you didn't? Then who—
ml assistant
Probably Mrs. H. Though she’s more likely to give you a lecture than a blanket. Anyway, don't get distracted. Breakfast needs to go up.
sabrina(fl)
(To herself, eyes wide)
It wasn't Leo. It was him. He came down to the library while I was sleeping... and he covered me.
[The West Wing - 4th Floor]
The warning from the day before was screaming in the back of my mind, but the mystery was louder. If he had seen me sleeping, I wanted to see him. Just a glimpse.
(Tip-toeing down the dark, carpeted hallway of the forbidden floor)
The hallway ended at a pair of massive obsidian doors. One was slightly ajar. I could hear the sound of rushing water—a shower. My pulse was hammering against my throat. I pushed the door open just an inch. The room was filled with steam, smelling of sandalwood and expensive soap.
joshua(ml)
(Voice muffled by the steam, sharp and cold)
"Leo? I told you I wasn't to be disturbed until ten. Who is in here?
sabrina(fl)
(Gasping, her breath hitching)
"Oh god..."
I didn't wait for him to step out. I turned and sprinted back down the hallway, my heart feeling like it was going to explode. I made it to the stairs, but a hand caught my arm, spinning me around.
...
(Her face contorted in absolute fury)
"You! You actually did it. You went to the fourth floor!"
sabrina(fl)
"I—I was just—
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Save it. I was about to fire you the moment I saw you on the security feed. You have no idea what you've done. Come with me. Now."
Mrs. H led me to a small, windowless room in the basement. It looked like something out of a spy movie—just a table, two chairs, and a single black telephone in the center.
...
Stay here. Do not move."
She slammed the door, locking it from the outside. I sat there for what felt like hours, my hands shaking in my lap. Suddenly, the phone rang. The sound was deafening in the small space.
sabrina(fl)
(Picking up the receiver with a trembling hand)
"H-hello?"
joshua(ml)
(His voice coming through the line like a thunderclap, vibrating with rage)
"Do you have a death wish, Miss Carpenter? Or are you simply incapable of following the most basic instructions?"
sabrina(fl)
(The tears starting to blur her vision)
"I’m sorry... I just wanted to say thank you for the blanket. I didn't mean to—
joshua(ml)
You broke the cardinal rule of this house! You invaded my privacy! My mercy has limits, Sabrina. Limits you are dangerously close to crossing.
sabrina(fl)
(Sobbing now, her voice breaking)
"I’m sorry... please. I won't do it again. I promise."
There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. I could hear his rhythmic breathing, slow and controlled.
There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. I could hear his rhythmic breathing, slow and controlled.
joshua(ml)
(Voice dropping an octave, calmer but deadlier)
"Granted. Your apology is noted. But you are going to earn your stay. Open the computer on the desk
I hadn't even noticed the laptop tucked under the table. I flipped it open. The screen glowed to life, showing a high-resolution photo of me and my best friend, Maya, laughing at a cafe three months ago.
sabrina(fl)
What... what is this? Why do you have photos of me and my friends?
joshua(ml)
Give me her whereabouts. Every address she’s stayed at in the last year
sabrina(fl)
(Her blood turning to ice)
"What? No! Why do you want to know that? That’s private. I’m not telling you anything about her."
joshua(ml)
Don't be a fool! You think you’re in a position to negotiate? I know your bank balance. I know your family’s debts. One word from me and you aren't just unemployed—you’re erased
sabrina(fl)
You’re blackmailing me? Over my best friend? If you want her information so badly, you need to deal with me face to face. I'm not doing a thing for a voice on a phone.
joshua(ml)
Who the hell do you think you are? You are a chef. A servant. You do not set the terms
sabrina(fl)
Then find someone else to cook your 'acceptable' eggs! Face to face, Joshua. Or nothing
joshua(ml)
You'll regret this
[Click.]
The line went dead. I sat in the silence, clutching the phone to my chest, wondering if I had just signed my own exit papers—or something much worse
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