It was 7 o'clock in the morning ,Juliet's eyes twitch a little due to the sun ray reflecting her eyes.She blinks rapidly managing to open her eyes to see Annabel awake.
“You are awake early” Juliet yawns, stretching her hands.
“I am a little bit excited for my new job, so I got up early”Annabel excitedly squeaked.
“That’s good to hear”Juliet smiles before getting out of bed.
“I was waiting for you to be awake, I need to get to the house early”Annabel groans.
“Don’t you want me to take you there?”Juliet asked.
“You don’t have to, I will go there myself and besides you need to go to work”Annabel pointed out.
“Okay then, promise to visit every weekend,”Juliet grins.
“I promise to visit every weekend,” Annabel repeats.
They both hugged each other and said their goodbyes.
‘I really hope I made the right choice getting her this job’ Juliet murmur’s to herself watching as Annabel leaves.
On getting to the house, Annabel had only one thing in mind and that was to get rid of any thoughts of the two brothers. She knows how difficult it was for her to finally get this job and also what Juliet went through to finally get her the job.
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‘I am finally here’ she sighs…
She went in, she was a lot confused about where she was supposed to go or who she was supposed to meet.
“You are the new house keeper, right?” A woman who seems to be in her mid fifties asks.
“Yes.. yes I am” Annabel stuttered.
“Come with me then” she said as she walked away. Annabel followed her immediately.
They went to the kitchen. Annabel gasped as soon as she saw the kitchen. The kitchen was so big and it had amazing decor. It was covered with golden accessories. The plates, spoons, tiles, the tiles on the wall e.t.c everything was golden.
“Is this a kitchen?” Annabel asked, feeling mesmerized by the kitchen.
“Yes, this is the kitchen. You will take care of the kitchen and also the rooms”,the woman explained to her. “But firstly, I will take you to your room for you to get dressed”, she added.
“Wait, I never got to introduce myself. My name is Annabel” she introduced with a cheeky smile.
“Call me Mrs Jones” she demanded.
“Nice to meet you Mrs jones” she politely stretches her hand towards her resulting in the woman doing the same.
“Why aren’t you calling yourself your husband's name?” She asks as her curiosity kicks in.
“Well, I like to be called my name instead,” she replied awkwardly.
“You young lads into marriage“ she slightly chuckles “I guess it is fine if you want me to call you by your first name”, she agreed.
“I would love that” Annabel declares.
“Now let me take you to your room” she walks towards a direction as Annabel follows behind.
Annabel went to her room. She gasped once again when she saw her room. It was a lot bigger than Juliet’s whole house. The decor was nothing to compare, it doesn’t feel like she will be living as a housekeeper, it feels like she is being treated like a princess.
“Is this room for me?” She doubtfully uttered dumbfounded by the room.
“Yes, this is where you will be staying” she announced
“This place is incredible!”Annabel squeaks in excitement but immediately replaces it with a nervous laugh on seeing the woman's facial expression.
“It is just so hard to believe that a person like me will ever get to live in a place like this” she expresses with a low tone.
“Let’s get you your uniform” Mrs Jones utters ignoring her sappy story.
She reached out to the wardrobe and brought a typical maid outfit. It was a black and white dress and it also came with black and white socks and also uncomfortable shoes.
“Do I really have to wear these shoes?” Annabel whimpers
“You have to wear it at all times, the outfit is also part of your job” she sternly stated.
“I guess I don’t have any choice then” she sighs….
“I will leave you to get ready. Be back in five minutes. Don’t worry about your luggage, the butler will have it brought to your room”she tells her before exiting the room.
‘She is a little bit cold’ Annabel mutters.
Annabel took another look at her room, she still couldn’t believe that she would get to spend most of her life in this particular house. She gets so excited thinking about it.
She heard a knock on her door. She was guessing that it had to be the butler. Mrs Jones did say the butler was going to get her luggage. She opened the door, it was indeed the butler.
“I was told to bring your luggage up here” he coldly stated.
“Thank you so much” Annabel said as she took her luggage from him. “I…” she was about to say something else but the butler left immediately.
‘That was rude’ she remarks.
Annabel unpacked her luggage and put all her belongings in the wardrobe. Her wardrobe was so big, it looked empty because of the little cloth she came with. She noticed the bathroom in the room. She went in and was shocked to see how the bathroom was, it was all white and so beautiful and smelt so nice.
‘This doesn’t feel like a housekeeper’s room, I wish Juliet could stay here with me’ she expresses . ‘I should get ready immediately’, she walks towards the bathroom..
She took a quick shower and got ready for work immediately. The uniform fit perfectly, she was a little uncomfortable with the shoe, but she had no choice but to wear it.
“I see you are dressed up for work” Mrs Jones utters as soon as I eyes sighted her.
“I am ready for work!” she declares.
“You are assigned to clean the kitchen, take this” she handed her a box of cleaning utensils. “don’t make a mess when cleaning”, she warns her.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, I have got everything under control” Annabel assures her.
Annabel looks a little bit confused about the whole thing, she has no idea how to start cleaning the place, the place is so different from what she was used to.
She was doing a good job, but the universe wasn’t on her side as she twisted her ankle and fell down. She didn’t just fall down, she grabbed onto something and that made the counter break and everything on it came crashing to the ground.
‘Arrghh’ She cries in pain.
She made a mess everywhere. Mrs Jones came immediately as soon as she heard the noise, she was so pissed when she saw what had happened to the kitchen.
“I am so sorry, I made a mistake and I promise it won’t happen again” she apologized.
“It is fine, you are still new here. You will adjust in no time… you should go get cleaned up. I will take care of the mess”,she offers
“I will do it. I created the mess, so it is only right I clean it up” she declined her offer.
“Ma’am wouldn’t like it if she sees you this way, so go get cleaned up” she stated, Annabel was a bit adamant but she later gave in and did exactly what she was told.
Annabel went back to her room to go get herself cleaned up. It didn’t take a while until she was done with cleaning herself up.
Immediately she went back to the kitchen as soon as she was done. She was so shocked to see that the kitchen was spotless already.
“I have a special job for you. You have to go clean Sir Andrew’s room” she orders.
“Who is that?” Annabel asked with confusion laced in her tone.
“The second son’s room” she replied. Annabel’s eyes immediately widened, knowing that she had to go to one of the brother’s rooms.
Author’s POVMrs. Torres clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she stared daggers at Annabel. The hatred brewing in her chest felt darker, more twisted than she’d ever let herself admit. Just the sight of that girl ignited something uncontrollable inside her.“It’s alright,” Mr. Torres said firmly, casting a warning glance at his children. “You two shouldn’t speak to your mother that way.”“I’ll talk to her,” he added, softer now. “Try to make her see reason.”Andrew scoffed and rolled his eyes, the sound laced with disbelief.“See reason?” he snapped. “Are you serious, Dad? She almost got Annabel and Albert killed, and your solution is to talk to her? She should be arrested!”Mrs. Torres’s eyes flew wide, her breath catching in her throat. Never in her life had she imagined hearing such words—from her own son. That he would go so far for a maid…“Andrew!” Mr. Torres growled, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. “She’s your mother. You do not speak about
Annabel’s POVI twirled in front of the mirror, smiling to myself. I loved this dress—it hugged all the right places and made me feel beautiful. I had a feeling Andrew would love it too.My heart fluttered as I thought about what had happened a few days ago. I’d told him I loved him—out loud. And I meant every word. I’d spent so long feeling unsure, confused… torn. But I wasn’t confused anymore. It was Andrew. It had always been him. I respected Albert, sure, but it wasn’t love.I stepped out of the dressing room, expecting to find Andrew waiting like he said he would.But he wasn’t there.I scanned the boutique, eyes flicking from one corner to another—until I saw them.Andrew and Esme. Together.Too close.She was practically draped over him, her hand on his chest, their faces inches apart.What the hell?“Andrew,” I called, my voice sharper than I intended as I stormed toward them.He immediately jerked away from her, stepping back like he’d been burned.“Anna… I—she… she fell into
Albert’s POV“What do you mean you can’t get the driver?” I roared, fury tightening my chest. “What happened to the CCTV cameras in that area? Are you telling me they didn’t catch a damn thing?” My voice rose, thick with frustration.“That wasn’t an accident,” I snapped, gripping the edge of my desk. “I saw the bastard’s eyes before he rammed into my car—he meant to do it. So find him. And bring him to me.”They all kept their heads bowed, not daring to meet my gaze.“Yes, sir!” they echoed in unison.“Then get the fuck out of my office.”The moment the door shut behind them, I shoved a hand through my hair and leaned back in my chair, the tension in my jaw refusing to ease. That crash wasn’t random. Someone targeted us. But who the hell would want to—?The door creaked open again.Tracy stepped in, her signature smug smile already plastered on her face. What the hell does she want?“You look stressed,” she said sweetly, strolling over and dropping onto the sofa like she owned the pla
“Annabel! No, no, no—baby, stay with me!” Albert’s voice cracked, raw and hoarse, as he ran alongside the hospital stretcher, his fingers tightly clasped around her blood-slicked hand. Her skin was cold. Too cold. The metallic scent of blood clung to him—hers, his, theirs—and it smeared his shirt, soaked through the sleeves, painted his shaking hands.Annabel’s eyes fluttered weakly beneath bruised lids, her lips trembling as she fought to keep them open.“I’m… I’m trying,” she whispered, barely audible. “Albert… our baby… Is our baby okay?”The world around him spun into a blur. Nurses yelled codes. Doctors barked instructions. Machines beeped and screeched. But all Albert could hear was her voice, so soft and scared, anchoring him to the worst moment of his life.“Yes,” he choked out, desperate to believe it himself. “Our baby’s going to be fine. You both are. Just hold on for me, please.”She gave the faintest nod before her head lolled slightly to the side. The doors of the operat
Andrew’s POVWhy does Annabel look scared or something? I stepped into the room with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood, but it didn’t take long to sense the tension hanging in the air.“I think I should leave you guys for now,” Julie said with an awkward smile, eyes darting between Annabel and us. Something was definitely off. Something had happened.“You don’t have to leave, Julie. You can stay here with us,” Annabel replied, her voice just a touch too strained. That hesitation in her tone—yeah, I could tell. I knew exactly what this was about.Albert and I… we’d been at each other’s throats lately. Constant bickering, pointless tension. We agreed to stop, especially around Annabel. We couldn’t risk letting our drama affect her health.“No, Annabel. I need to attend to something, okay? I’ll see you later,” Julie said, offering a soft smile. She gave Albert and me a respectful nod before slipping out and gently closing the door behind her.Annabel sank onto the bed with a low sigh,
It had been nearly two months now, and Andrew and Albert were still fumbling through their efforts to make things work with Annabel. Each of them insisted on being the one to care for her, but instead of bringing her comfort, their constant competition only resulted in petty arguments and endless bickering. The tension between them hung in the air like a thundercloud, and it was wearing Annabel thin. Still, she forced herself to smile through it all, hoping that pretending everything was fine would prevent things from spiraling further.Mrs. Torres, however, was far from fooled—and even farther from amused. She loathed the chaos that had taken over her family. Time and time again, she urged her husband to step in and put an end to the madness, but he dismissed her every time with the same cold response: “Wait for the child to be born.”But Mrs. Torres knew in her bones that if that child came into the world, nothing would ever be the same—and not in a good way.Desperate, she had take