Enzo The Housemaid Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That doesn’t matter. It’s not going to save you from anyone. It’s either you come with me, or you stay here. What’s it going to be, Alexandra?” I should tell him I’d rather sleep here with the dead than spend another second with him. A wolf howled in the distance, and I jumped. Enzo chuckled. *** Enzo dumped his house keys on the coffee table. He flopped on the leather couch. His house was in the centre of nature, hidden among the trees and vibrant flowers. His home, which was warm and cosy like a cottage, definitely lacked a woman’s touch. It lacked colours, any pictures, rugs and curtains!

Enzo said as he and Ethan came through the front door. I heard Ethan go up the stairs. Another pair of feet walked up toward the kitchen. “Isa.” Enzo acknowledged me with a curt nod. He went straight to the fridge, searching for a distraction. “You sent my housekeeper home too?” Enzo finally asked. He’d probably decided it was better to say what was on his mind than to hold it in. “No, she had to go see family so I gave her the evening off. Why?” I asked. He closed the fridge and shook his head.

The same girl who used to treat me like a maid now wanted my place. She was jealous. And I… I was finally something worth being jealous of. I followed Enzo with my eyes as he walked to the table, every step of his confident and precise. He was so calm, so composed, like the entire room moved on his command. With a simple snap of his fingers, one of the housemaids appeared, responding almost instantly. She moved with trained elegance, pouring the wine into gleaming glasses and handing one to each person in the room. Enzo took his glass and turned back to face the group. His gaze briefly lingered on me, warm and proud. Then he lifted the glass into the air.

-- The fully furnished house exudes a grandeur that is awe-inspiring. The scent of newness permeates every corner, a testament to the tightened security measures was put in place. Enzo's grandfather, with the help of his mother, made this all possible. Our house has transformed into a castle, perched atop a mountain, nestled next to a dense forest, and overlooking the vast ocean. The three maids are standing in the corner while Enzo's butler, Rage, is assisting beside him. I looked at each of them, and two maids were familiar to me. They're from Enzo's grandfather's mansion. T

Enzo raised his brow as he shook off Jesse's already crippled hand and snorted, "What, are you guys slaves in this house too?" "What?!" Molly exclaimed. I could sense that she hadn't said that out of anger, just shocked and confused, as though she didn't understand Enzo's words. After all, Enzo was a murderous, bloodthirsty devil in the rumor. Enzo pulled a napkin from the side table and carefully wiped his hand that had touched Jesse's hand. Then, he sneered, "If you're not slaves, what are you doing here?"

“You saved my life.” There's that guilt again. Of course, he just had to add that. I roll my eyes. Zeke who has been silent all this while finally sits up and speaks. “What's your name?” His curious eyes focus on Enzo. “Lorenzo." Enzo replies with his eyebrows raised. “Is my mummy going to live with you?” “And you too, Champ. Your mum isn't doing well so she needs someone to take care of her.” Enzo replies, trying to make him understand.

I focused on the way the light from the streetlamp caught the moisture. I was halfway through the kitchen when the basement door opened. Enzo walked out. He had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were damp, and he was drying his hands on a rag that was stained with something darker than scotch. He stopped when he saw me on the floor. "I told you to go to the library, Jade." "I needed to fix the kitchen," I said, not looking up. "The 'Cleaners' don't do the kitchens. They only do the 'problems.'"

Esther said softly, though she wasn't. The elevator opened and she entered, going up to the next floor. She opened the door gently and started cleaning, the same voice playing in her head — *"You, daughter of a nobody."* She paused for a moment, took a breath, and then continued with a saddened mind. She wiped the counter slowly, her eyes distant, her movements mechanical. This was her life. This was all she had ever known.

I replied “Okay then. Go up there, make that bed and make sure my room is tidy,” he said I nodded and quickly climbed the stairs and headed to his room. I spread the bed, took out the dirty dishes he had there and made sure his room was clean before heading back downstairs to wash up the dirty dishes. Dominic had disappeared by the time I went up to his room to clean. “Who is Emma Scorsone?” a deep voice asked from behind me as I was washing the dishes which caused me to jump a little “Relax…”

I said. "No, no Ma'am. The Boss will have my head for that." She shook her head. "𝑉𝑎𝑖 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒," Enzo said, and the maid nodded. Well, thank God. A reasonable man was in the house.