บททั้งหมดของ A Maid For The Ruthless Brothers : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Caleb The rain started hard, hitting my study window like gravel. It's the weekend and I was working from home. I should have been focusing on the merger documents spread across my mahogany desk. But the sudden, violent sound of the storm snapped my mind instantly to one thing: Elsie. I vividly remembered her face this morning. An image of her forms in my mind, her captivating eyes, her midnight black hair, and the freckles that pop against her fair skin. I can see the goddess so clearly. Then I recall the shocking warmth of her skin against my thumb. She was small, fragile and her eyes carried a burden that seemed to weigh on her shoulders. I saw her frustration, her raw vulnerability, and even her fear when she talked about her sister’s death. I somehow knew exactly what she was going through. I felt that way when our mother disappeared six years ago. Everything about Elsie, called out to me in that moment. She needed help, and fuck if I wouldn’t be the one to step

Elsie I stumbled out of the garage. My body was still cold, but my head was spinning hot. The kiss. Caleb’s kiss. It was soft, intense, and felt better than anything I wanted to admit. I made my way straight to the kitchen. It was a haven—bright, noisy, and warm, a perfect contrast to the cold, wet world outside. I dropped the heavy, water-logged grocery bags onto the stainless-steel counter. The staff was busy with dinner prep. Mrs. Chavez, the elderly cleaner, turned and gasped when she saw me. She was the one in charge of Malcom Lancaster’s sleeping chambers and other areas of the house that were out of bounds for other staff members. She was his only trusted and loyal staff member. I know she knew too much of the Lancasters and she holds a secret that no one else knows. "Child, what in the world happened to you?" she cried, rushing over. "You look like a drowned rat! Your dress is soaked through!" I shivered violently, hugging myself. "The rain, ma'am. Mr. Jaco

Elsie The thought of Aiden’s panicked, terrified face earlier was the only thing that brought me grim satisfaction. The threat note was just the start. He was terrified and that meant my plan was working. I remembered the quiet half-hour yesterday when I’d finished my initial inventory of the second floor. I had spotted the CCTV camera facing the hallway that led to Aiden's room. I didn't smash it; I was smarter than that. I had simply used a tiny piece of wet dust cloth and a cleaning spray, angling it to obscure the lens just enough to make the image useless. I had planted the note and the fabric scrap quickly, before they had the chance to fix the camera. Now, Aiden was panicking, and they had no footage of the intruder. My plan was working, but the unwanted memories snuck in. It’s been two days of Caleb taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I’m afraid he’ll see the effect he has on me. His very presence sends waves of

Elsie "Good, you are here Elsie. Come over here and help me choose which dress you think I should wear tomorrow evening." The command, delivered in a bright, ringing voice, stopped me dead. It was Lena, waving me over from the chaise lounge. I was walking in with the juice pitcher, ready to be the silent ghost. I hadn't expected to be addressed, let alone invited to comment on birthday attire. I felt a genuine spike of surprise. The last thing I remembered of Lena was the cruel smirk on her face when I walked into Aiden’s bedroom and saw them fucking. Now, this sudden, glittering kindness felt like a trap. "Miss Lena, I am sorry," I said, forcing my expression blank. "I am just here to serve the juice. Mrs. Chavez said you called for it." "Nonsense," Lena insisted, gesturing impatiently. "The juice can wait. Come over here. I need a second opinion." I reluctantly placed the heavy juice pitcher down on a nearby side table. I took a slow step into the lounge, and tha

Elsie When I stepped onto the pool deck, I knew I didn’t belong there. Everything gleamed: white marble floors, crystal glasses, soft lights glinting off perfect people in perfect clothes, and over 50 guests, all in white. It was dazzling and cruel. Soft music played in the background. Lena’s birthday party. Her kingdom. Her rules. And me? I was the mistake she’d invited on purpose. The silk dress was her idea, pale, almost see-through in the light. I’d protested when she first handed it to me. “I don’t think this is appropriate,” I’d said quietly. She just smiled that blade-thin smile. “Don’t be silly, darling. You’re here to make an impression.” Now, standing in the glare of it all, I realized the impression was supposed to be shame. The silk clung to me, every wrong curve exposed. I didn’t want to be here. I made excuses to not attend, but Mrs Chavez insisted I go and have fun. Aiden stood beside Lena, looking stiff and miserable in his spotless suit.