Enzo The Housemaid Novels & Stories

“Forgive me, I—I didn’t mean to intrude. I was told to tidy up—” Enzo waved her off with a careless flick of his hand. “Then tidy.” She hesitated, eyes flicking between us again, before bowing slightly and scurrying inside to straighten the already neat space. I gathered the cards quickly, flustered under her gaze. “Now she thinks we’re… what, playing house?” Enzo smirked. “Would that bother you?” “Yes,” I said firmly, though my cheeks betrayed me. When the maid disappeared into the adjoining room, silence settled again. Heavy, thick, charged. Enzo’s gaze was on me, unrelenting.

Serena smiled; “I know who you are Enzo, maybe you are forced to do it by aunt and uncle, I know that you have woman touch allergy, no woman can touch you, even me so who is this strange woman that you married? Is it a robot?” "No." Enzo interrupted her with a smile, "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. It is my own choice, how can I marry a robot? Do robot have holes?"

Vaughn demanded, and Enzo smiled before walking towards the desk. “It’s there,” he pointed to the note on the desk, and I frowned. He had the password written down on the desk? What’s the point of even putting it? Vaughn quickly typed in the password and was busy looking at the screen. “I have been asking him to bring you over,” Enzo said. “Name’s Enzo,” he extended his hand to me. “His mother is my aunt.” “Orana,” I said, taking his hand. “I know. Everyone in the family knows you,” he beamed with a smile, and I swallowed hard, not sure what to say.

She looked up at the sound of his voice too, fearing that he was the master of the house, she stood up and bowed her head. "How are you doing today, Enzo?" I asked. He nodded, looking at me but his eyes kept straying to Beatrice. I stepped aside and introduced them. "Beatrice, this is Enzo. He is the little lady's bodyguard and driver. You will be working with him sometimes. Enzo, this is Beatrice, she is a new helper for Nana." They stretched out and shook hands gingerly, nodding in acknowledgement of each other. I gestured with my head to Enzo and he followed me away while Beatrice went back to eating. He turned and glanced at her again as we walked, I cleared my voice to get his attention

Nevertheless, I was much more comfortable in the bed than I was in that thin mattress. Once again, Maria doesn't let me clean up. I don't fight with her. I have no choice but to go upstairs and sit on the edge of the bed. I've already cleaned the room, so there's nothing else for me to do. I can't wait for this to come to an end. This mundane existence is killing me on the inside. Approximately two hours later, Enzo appears at the door. He's wearing a baby blue t-shirt and dark jeans. He's rarely dressed this casually. He leans against the doorframe with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Get dressed, girasole."

Her fiery attitude was momentarily gone. Enzo nodded slowly, adjusting his shirt that had been ruffled during the struggle. “Good.” He let out a small sigh. “You’ll stay in here and think about what you’ve done. When you’re ready to use your brain, then you can come out.” Without another word, he turned and marched toward the door. He unlocked it with a key he had in his pocket and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him. Outside the room, Enzo noticed two maids who had clearly been eavesdropping. They flinched when he appeared, their eyes wide with fear. Enzo’s gaze darkened, and he glared at them. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

"Understood. We'll start immediately." Enzo turned to the captives, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You have one chance to tell me where she is." Elena's father shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "We don't know where she is. Please, believe us!" Enzo's gaze hardened. "You will need something to think about," Enzo said and fired the maid right in between her eyes. Her eyes widened as she fell to her death. A shocked silence filled the room. Elena's family stared in horror at the lifeless body of the maid, tears streaming down their faces. Enzo's expression remained cold, his anger barely under control.

Enzo broke into a wide grin, beaming excitedly as he aimed for my handbag. “It’s fine, I can hold it. Please could you inform Mrs Leonardo that I am here?” “Mrs Navidad Leonardo?” He exclaimed in a thick Italian accent. “Yes, yes. That’s me,” I grinned awkwardly, “Then this house is your home as well, please come in ma’am,” Enzo replied. For some reason, he was more cheerful than I last remember. “Is everyone home?” I asked as we advanced to the living room. Enzo nodded, “Everyone except the evil lady Clarissa. We’re finally free from her…”

I didn’t lift mine. “Hey,” Enzo said, pulling out a chair and lighting another smoke. “Tell me y’all saw that maid’s face.” Vincenzo cracked up. “Wide-eyed like a deer. She didn’t know whether to scream or piss herself.” “Should’ve had some fun with her,” Enzo muttered, eyes low. “Bet she’d’ve been real sweet once she stopped crying.” Miguel laughed. “You’re a sick bastard, man.” “Nah, I’m serious,” Enzo said, like he was proud of it. “Those rich housemaids? Always act all proper. But deep down, they like it rough.”

It's just me and my little brother Ethan, I have to come here to work as a maid to earn money for our living". " am so sorry about that I sympathise with her." "No problem," she gave a wryly smile. I went to the kitchen to do my chores And it was declared openly, by Miss Clara that master Jeremy is having visitors we need to serve them food and drinks. "Be in haste he doesn't like to be delayed," miss Clara queried us. We all walk in pairs to the big dining table, it is round and spacious enough to convey a lot of food as they all sat facing each other eating and chatting.