A Maid For The Ruthless Brothers

Elsie When Jacob counted down to one, he walked over to the counter and picked up a tall glass of icy water. He returned to where I stood and began to slowly, deliberately pour the icy liquid down the back of my neck. The shock was instant and absolute. He wore a smug and satisfying smile as he looked down at me like I was a simple toy meant to be played with. The cold ran in slow rivulets, soaking through my thin tank top. I gasped, an uncontrolled, high-pitched noise. Every muscle in my body seized. Aiden caught my arm, pulling me hard against his chest. I beat my fists on him. My breath came fast, fear and adrenaline mixing into a sharp, painful cocktail. He just smirked at the panic on my face. His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that was both cold and scorching. I jerked my head away. I hissed a curse, low and raw, as I continued to struggle against his solid frame. My mind was screaming one word: Fight. But my body seemed to only understand the language of his stre

Elsie I stripped off my clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water punish my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about the kitchen, about how close I’d come to losing myself. Stupid! Stupid! I groaned into my hands, reliving the moment Aiden kissed me. The shock of it, the heat of it. What if Lena hadn't burst in? I'd been ready to shatter right there. I pictured the two of them, Jacob and Aiden, pushing me against the cool marble countertop, their hands on me, their mouths— their thick cocks, slamming inside me with a punishing pace. My ass still stings from Aiden’s spanking and the sensation still sends waves down my spine, causing my pussy to flood all over again. I hated that the fantasy was so potent. I love the idea of sex. I crave that kind of connection and power. But not with these two. Not with my sister's murderers. They were undeniably hot, which my body annoyingly acknowledged with every glance. But they were filthy. I had to hate

Jacob The lights were off, but I couldn't sleep. Elsie pressed against the fridge, that image was a live wire in my head. I walked away from the window, pulling the dark silk robe tighter. Aiden was always so damn sloppy. He used her to score a point against Lena. I used her to test a boundary. When I checked the security feed earlier, I saw she had left his room shaking. She was still holding the water bottle and the glass cup she picked from the kitchen. I could feel the ripple of her fury down the hall. That fury was the whole point. Aiden wanted her to cry; I wanted to see how long she could burn before she broke. I sat down on my bed, the scent of her hair and the rapid pulse under my fingers still a physical sensation. She hadn't just pushed me away in the kitchen; she shoved me. I noticed her body in the oversized dress she was wearing the day she came for a job interview. Her curves. Sweet Jesus God in heaven, those curves. The big dress couldn’t hide it. Full, roun

Elsie I had to get out of the attic. Staying there felt like waiting for the next attack. I dressed and grabbed my cleaning supplies. I needed to move around the house, to watch, to find the opportunity to start searching. I worked quickly, trying to stay invisible. The house was quiet with Malcolm back, but the silence felt dangerous. My ultimate target was the place everyone feared: the forbidden room. I’ve searched Aiden’s room thoroughly, and found nothing. They wouldn’t leave such damming evidence in their bedrooms or in sight. If they hadn’t destroyed it, then it hidden in places no one was allowed access. That door was at the end of the second-floor landing. It was heavy, dark wood, and radiated a cold, absolute silence. No staff went near it. The rule was clear: strictly out of bounds for anyone. It was Malcolm Lancaster's fortress of secrets, where the evidence of his crimes, financial or otherwise, had to be hidden. I began dusting the long table near the door,

Caleb The early morning quiet in the dining room was the sound of peace, something I rarely felt when my family was home. I was already at the massive table, buried under contracts and financial projections. I was focused on the logistics chain when I heard the sharp click of heels. She looked tired, her silk blue dress crumpled, but still overdramatic. She was carrying a small, sequined purse she'd clearly forgotten the night before. The sight of the purse hit me like a physical blow. I had gifted her that. Two years ago. Her 24th birthday. I had the ring ready that night, tucked into my jacket pocket. I planned to propose. Instead, I found her fucking my brother. The memory was sharp, fast, and humiliating. I followed them out of the party, finding them in Aiden’s car. The sight was absolute contempt. My own brother, with the woman I was about to make my wife. He wasn't just sleeping with her; he was actively and publicly spitting on my commitment. I shook the me