Enzo The Housemaid Novels & Stories

THREE DAYS AGO, BEFORE APOLLO AND ZEUS'S BICKERING. ★★★★ "wake up sleepy head" Zara's voice woke me, as she cooed, running her fingers through her brown sugar short fringe hair. Her mahogany eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of amusement. Her brown skin glowed under the dimly lit room. She wore jeans and a plain white shirt. She sat on the chair in the room. I stretched out like a cat, yawning, as I tossed the sheets off, pushing my hair out of my face, before sitting up. She opened the windows, lifting the curtains, allowing rays of sunshine in.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

He stared at me with brazen gentleness. 'Could you please come to the living area?' He remarked, inviting me to join him. I stayed close to him and followed in his footsteps. Announcing, 'This is my grandmother Irene Colton, owner of the Colton Group of companies,' he extended his palm in her direction and introduced the lady. He gave her a glance before saying, 'Grandma, this is Miss. Zara Tahel.' 'Yeah, I met her.' A somewhat displeased smile crossed her face as she looked at me.

He was just waiting for me to come to him. "Clara also told me that your father went to the market yesterday to buy some things for you, since you didn't even have enough to eat at home, I figured it would take until everything was over for you to come, but you positively surprised me by showing up here today" he relaxed in his chair while I was still stiff, not knowing how to react "you're going to work for me Amber, because I'm the only one who's going to employ you, You've seen the company, you've learned how things work here, and you're going to be my replacement cleaner in two weeks' time, and I want you to learn everything, because you'll be cleaning the whole building practically on y

“Yeah, yeah, secret houseguest, got it.” The girl tilted her head, curious. “Is she okay?” Enzo hesitated, just a fraction. “She will be,” he said finally. “Just… keep the volume down and act normal.” The girl shrugged, snagged another fry. “Whatever you say, Dad.” Dad. The word hit me like a slap. I slid down the door until I was sitting on the carpet, back pressed to the wood, knees pulled to my chest. Enzo had a whole life here, two kids who called him Dad, a wife who would be home any minute, routines and secrets and a fridge full of take out he used to buy peace.

She was seated like a goddess by his side, eyes popping and bashing at him like some wicked boss. ‘“I see how you look at her each time” I heard her say to him harshly. Enzo was a man of few words and he gets easily pushed around by that manipulative lady. He thinks I am the soft one but no, I can't let no woman toss me and shove me around like I was some inanimate object. Enzo was almost turning himself into a cooked vegetable each time she was with him and I find it crazy and repulsive. I can't let no woman tell me what to do and how to do it. Enzo was the direct opposite no wonder Guilliana despises him that much but wait, does Gui ever like anything or anyone aside from her work and son?

he said, turning to the maid. The maid nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Y-yes, sir?" Enzo's gaze locked onto the maid's face. "Can you tell me more about Isabella and why she asked you to help her in the kitchen?" he asked, his tone neutral. The maid hesitated, her eyes darting between Cassiel and Enzo before speaking in a trembling voice. "I-I don't know, sir. Isabella just asked me if I could help her, and I agreed because I had almost finished cleaning the room." She repeated, sticking to her story.

"Yeah. We should probably head back." I said and we went back to Enzo's home and my temporary residence. There was no one there, no guards, no servants. Everything was properly organised and clean. I think the servants already did their jobs. Enzo went and took a seat on the couch, throwing himself in the plush leather couch and casually shoved his arms and legs. He was tired or maybe not. All these things wouldn't make him tired. He was a fighter, a mafia. I took a seat on the adjacent chair and thought of removing my blazer but then the top I wore inside was too revealing. I managed in the heat whereas Enzo was already out of his tux and had unbuttoned half of his. "You were going to talk

Catriona did train him well. So he called home and asked the maid about Enzo's condition. He learnt from them that a guy brought Enzo back home drunk and getting a little crazy. So he logged into the access of the house and watched as Enzo sang the song of Bruno Mars with Versace on the floor . Then he cries and almost smacks his head on the floor. Good thing that Versace is on to the rescue and saved his forehead.

“Nothing will ever hurt you while I am still breathing.” After Noemi and I fed the twins warm bowls of creamy risotto and tucked them carefully into bed beneath thick wool blankets, I finally noticed the chaos downstairs had already begun disappearing. More servants had arrived while I was distracted with the children. The shattered glasses and broken porcelain scattered across the marble floors were being cleaned away by Maddalena and Cinzia while the others worked silently around the villa. Enzo was nowhere in sight. Part of me wondered if he had already returned to the pack manor. Another part of me wondered whether his loyalty to Lorenzo was stronger than whatever friendship existed betw