บททั้งหมดของ A Maid For The Ruthless Brothers : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Elsie The note had been folded twice, small enough to hide in my palm. I must have read it twenty times since morning, each time hoping the words would somehow change. ‘Meet me at the front gate. 9 pm. Don’t tell anyone.’ me at the Front gate. 9 p.m. No name. No signature. Just those few words written in ink. By the time evening came, I was a mess. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept trying to convince myself to forget it, to burn the note, to go to bed, to act like it never came. But something in me wouldn’t rest. What if it was about Clarita? What if it was about them? Or worse — what if it was Lena, trying to finish what she started? Every sound in the hallway made me jump. Every shadow looked like someone watching me. When the house finally went quiet, I took a deep breath and slipped out of bed. I moved slowly, careful not to make any noise. The house always felt different at night, like it was holding its breath. I passed the hallway that led to the brothers

Elsie I closed the gate softly behind me, careful not to make any noise. My heart was still racing. The night air clung to my skin, and my hands shook a little. Every sound seemed louder than usual—the chirping crickets, the rustle of the leaves, even my own breathing. I had done it. I had come back without anyone seeing me. Or so I thought. As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I froze. Mrs. Chavez was standing right there. Waiting. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her eyes burned into me, sharp and cold. For a second, I couldn’t move. It was like my body turned to stone. “Where are you coming from?” she asked, her voice quiet but heavy with anger. I opened my mouth, but the words came out shaky. “I… I just went out for fresh air.” Before I could blink, her hand gripped my hair and yanked me forward. Pain shot through my scalp, and I gasped. “Do I look like a fool to you?” she hissed. “At this hour? For fresh air?” “Please, Mrs. Chavez, I—” “Quiet!” she ba

Elsie “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.” I cried out as Caleb drove in and out of me with such a punishing pace. My body was a mess of sweat and pleasure, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, my nipples hard and sensitive. I came many times until I couldn’t come anymore. It felt so good, like a never-ending wave of ecstasy crashing over me. Caleb’s cock is huge, stretching me in the most delicious way, filling me up completely. He was enraged, knowing I’ve been fucking his brothers. But right now, all that anger is channeled into his movements, his hips slamming into mine with a force that makes the bed shake. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his breath hot on my neck. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Elsie,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine now.” I whimpered, my nails digging into his back, drawing blood. The pain only seemed to turn him on more, his thrusts became even more brutal. I could feel his cock hitting that spot inside me, the one that mak

Elsie Rosa and I stood side by side, preparing the evening meal—roasted lamb in red wine sauce, the special dish that Mr. Malcolm Lancaster liked to have before dinner every Saturday. Rosa was humming softly as she peeled onions, her cheeks flushed from the heat. After a while, she sighed dreamily. “You know, Elsie,” she said, “Sir Caleb is so handsome.” I glanced at her, surprised by the sudden topic. “Caleb?” “Yes,” she said with a shy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s so tall and confident. The way he talks, the way he walks. I don’t know, I just… I can’t help it. I think I have a crush on him.” I smiled faintly, slicing the carrots. “Really?” She nodded eagerly. “Of course! Every time he passes through the kitchen or speaks to Mrs. Chavez, I feel my heart beating fast. He’s not like the others. Aiden is too quiet, and Jacob always looks angry, but Caleb…” she giggled. “He’s the perfect one. If only he’d notice me.” I let out a soft laugh. “Maybe he

Caleb The perfect, polished life of the Lancaster Law Firm was nothing but a heavy disguise. It was a coat I wore every day. No one, not the people who worked for us, not our competitors, and definitely not my brothers, would ever guess the real, ugly secret that paid for our luxury cars, expensive suits and fancy houses. They saw the successful lawyer, the family heir, the man of clean ethics. They never saw the truth beneath the surface. I drove the car into the damp, grimy loading dock of what looked like a completely abandoned warehouse downtown. I held up my special access card for the huge man guarding the inner door. He didn't smile, his eyes were cold and empty, and the heavy steel door slid open with a sharp, grating noise. Stepping inside felt like walking into another world. This was the entrance to the underground casino, but it was also the engine room of our family’s true business. The noise hit me first, a chaotic, loud roar of shouting and excitement. This