Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

The Knight family, including me, Mason's new wife, had seven main members. But the servants, drivers, bodyguards and all who worked for them? Over 20 people in total.
Managing so many people day to day—their food, clothes, expenses, wages, and bonuses—it was a workload like running a small company.
And that was not even counting every family member's daily requests and social stuff.
Cathy Walsh was the housekeeper here, but she was Helen's person. Whether she'd take orders from me? No idea. For now, I'd just have to play it by ear.
Lunch was just me and Helen. Joey didn't come down. We had the servants take her food to her room. She was being all secretive. I had no clue what she was up to.
After lunch, Helen said she needed to rest and went back to her room. But before she left, she handed me an account book and told me to look through it if I had time.
The book had all the household expenses written down, separate from the company's income and spending.
Delilah put aside 700 thousand dollars at the start of each month for household use. It seemed like a lot, but it actually got spent pretty quickly if you were not careful.
The family cooks had top nutritionist certificates. Good skills meant good pay, naturally. The drivers and bodyguards were all ex-military, each with real talent.
Just their salaries alone made my jaw drop. All together, that was over 150 thousand dollars.
And the family got pocket money based on their seniority, too.
I already knew the ones who worked got paid like regular employees at the company, and everyone in the family had shares with dividends.
But from the account book, I found out the family also gave out pocket money. Delilah got 70 thousand dollars a month. Martin and Helen each got 30 thousand dollars.
But since Helen ran the household, she shouldn't work for nothing, so she got an extra 30 thousand dollars a month.
Each of Delilah's three grandchildren got 15 thousand dollars. Now that I'd married Mason, I also got 15 thousand dollars.
Those expenses alone came to 300 thousand dollars. Then there was around 100 thousand dollars a month for social stuff. On top of that, maintaining the big house and all the little odds and ends cost roughly 50 thousand dollars.
Everyone's clothes and bags came out of their own pocket money. What was left went to daily food and drinks. The family took top-quality vitamin and mineral supplements, and the best ones were usually the priciest.
Those supplements alone cost 30 thousand dollars a month. Plus, all the seafood here was imported from Velesia. The meat was all grain-fed, no hormones at all.
The fruits and vegetables were all natural, organic with no chemical fertilizers or additives.
Even though it was all the best, 30 thousand dollars a month covered it. That left over 100 thousand dollars for unexpected needs. Whatever didn't get used rolled over to next month's budget.
I went through each item one by one, and by the time I finished, it was almost dinner. The day had gone by without me noticing. I rubbed my stiff neck. By the end, all those numbers had made my head spin.
So many women wanted to marry into rich families, but being the mistress of a wealthy household was no walk in the park.
Forget about the countless rules. Just dealing with everyday stuff like meals, laundry, and everything in between was a major headache, and that was without even thinking about social obligations.
My trainer, Ada, once said that socializing was an art. It was not just about saying the right thing to the right person. Even choosing who to be friendly with wasn't up to you.
When two wealthy men had business ties or were looking to work together, their wives would hang out a lot. They'd meet for coffee, go to the spa, shop together, and act all chummy while chatting.
If the business partnership was really close, their wives might even become "besties." Sometimes, they'd even push for their kids to marry each other, too.
It all boiled down to one thing—profit.