My Recently Hired Maid Is Suspicious Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Oh, fantastic.” The maid’s eyes darted between them, nervous. “Yesterday… when you left for work… I saw the new missus. She—she snuck into your study. I got curious… I saw her opening your computer.” Damien’s breath hitched. “She told me to be quiet or she’d have me fired,” the maid added shakily. “I—I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.” Damien’s hands trembled at his sides. His stomach clenched.

but now I do nothing but watch TikTok and just stay alone for hours and hours and I have no idea when Ace will return. "Mrs Lisa!" I heard someone say making me look away from the garden. "yes, Mia?" I asked softly. Mia was a new maid my husband hired, she's 18 years old, too little to be a maid if you ask me. but who would say no to that cute face of hers? "you have been staring at the garden for hours, just wanted to know if everything is fine," She said quietly before looking away from me. letting out a chuckle, I nodded my head before moving slightly.

Quietly, she crept out of her hiding place and made her way to the dining table. “Ma'am I see that you're enjoying your meal, do you need anything else..?” Maya's mood worsened at the maids remark, she lifted her head slightly, “Did he pay you to make me more irritated? I'm stuck in this big house eating things that I don't want to eat—” “I can cook anything that you want to eat..” Maya's brows rose suspiciously, “Are you sure?” The maid nodded gently. “Of course, but it would be a little secret between the both of us. If the young master finds out, he'll fire me..”

As I continue to stare at the spread wondering if I should still continue my hunger strike, the maid from yesterday strolls in from a door with a jug of orange juice as she places it on the dining table staring at me with her unbothered expression. “Why are you feeding me like this?”I ask as the woman blinks confused at me again. “Because you’re hungry?”She replies tutting at me like I was some kind of child or like have said something wrong. Jeez! Doesn’t she know her employer is a killer or is she just the brainwashed kind! I narrow my eyes as she huffs leaving before I can interrogate her further. Is everyone under this man’s employ avoidant like him!

The second maid tries to laugh, but it comes out high pitched and wrong. That’s the moment I realize. Something weird is going on here. I turn around in my seat, swatting her hand out of my hair. “What is it? What aren’t you telling me?” My voice is harsh, paranoia getting the best of me. All the maids are new, any of them could be spies. My thoughts begin to race. Do they plan to keep me here until someone comes to kill me? With the loud music downstairs, nobody would hear me scream.

It was the suspicious maid from earlier. Aria.

The red haired girl walked out with her hair dishevelled and her shirt having a few buttons out. Yes she just looked like she had been thoroughly fucked. I cringed at the thought whilst accessing her features. I forced a smile on my face on noticing her whilst her callous orbs scrutinised me from head to toe like I was a thief. "Hmm when did Braden hire you? You must be the new maid" her tone was cocky, a hint of disgust in it as she spoke. She was the one whom I caught having dirty and probably unprotected sex with him so why was I the one being stared at with disgust.

I knew I was going to look at that later, but for now, I was heading home. As I got into my penthouse, my maid, Marianna, was standing next to the door. She had worked with my family for years and had eventually assigned her to work for me when I moved into my own apartment. Her services were well needed; I couldn't even do anything domestically for the life of me. Also, I didn't trust other people enough to let them into my space. All the other workers I've unemployed under Marianna's supervision have ended up being relieved of their duties, due to one flimsy reason or the other from me. Don't blame me; it's just impossible to trust people for me.

One of the household maids stepped inside. She looked slightly nervous. "Young Master." I nodded. "What is it?" She hesitated. Just enough to make me suspicious. "Miss Paige is here." My expression immediately hardened. "Paige? Here?" The maid shifted awkwardly. "She said you shouldn't waist her time." I leaned back in my chair. She must be sick.

The name echoed in his mind, tainted now with suspicion and distrust. First, since the day she began working, his instincts about her hadn't been good, he just hadn't been able to place it, and now this. What was her purpose in his home? Had she been planted there by Carlson, just as the previous maid had been? And if so, what was she after?