The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

I paused, wondering if I should just get out of here as quickly as possible, but then my curiosity got the better of me. I followed the sounds, and the closer I got, the more I realized where it was. When I finally stepped into the storage room, I saw one of the male servants hunched over the body of a maid, who was down on all fours, with her dress pushed off to reveal her naked lower half. She was the one making those sounds, short dark hair bobbing under the force of his thrusts. She threw her head back, moaning, and that's when I realized that it was Athelia.

Jo POV The night I decided to end my marriage, New York slept outside our penthouse windows. Only the cursor on my laptop stayed awake—blinking beside the words Divorce Agreement. I was about to type my name when the door slammed open. Giovanni Romano—heir to New York’s most feared Mafia family—stumbled in, smelling of whiskey and someone else’s perfume. But for once, he was smiling. And not at me. At our son. “Come here, kid,” he said, his voice rough, uneven.

And when I woke— The sound of commotion from the kitchen greeted me. I pushed myself up slowly and dragged my feet toward the back kitchen. And there—Amelia Pierce, my sister-in-law—stood in front of Eva, her expression sharp, her posture dripping with arrogance. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice hoarse. They both turned at the same time. “Your maid here,” Amelia said with a sneer, “was trying to make you beef soup.” She let out a small, mocking laugh. “Who do you think you are?”

His secretary greeted me with a smile and politely opened the door for me. “Thank you, Elise,” I smiled and thanked her as she closed the door Travis looked up as he heard my voice. “You're early today, wife.” He commented as I just smiled at him and walked towards his table. “I woke up early this morning and finished my household chores. I should have been here earlier but Mr. Chua caused a scene downstairs. I replied while putting down the coffee I was holding. Travis looked over at it. “What did that old man do this time?” He asked while watching me.

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

Either We get married or not. That was so confusing. "What are you saying??" "I am saying that I transferred this house paper and this house is now all yours. it's just a small wedding gift." "But shouldn't you be telling me this secret on our wedding night??" I curiously asked

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

"W-what president?" "Yes. He will appoint you." "Ah, I see." Angela stuttered a lot and didn't know what to say. Seeing Angela's cute expression made Regan smile and want to giggle. The woman is hilarious. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" asked Gilbert. "That. Is there no one in this house anymore? How about Alexa?" she asked. "When I arrived, the house was already abandoned, and there were only servants. According to them, Miss Alexa never came back," explained Gilberd.

Everything felt perfect…almost too perfect. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running. Richard was still in the shower. I adjusted my robe, making sure it was tied securely before heading downstairs. I opened the door to find one of our maids standing there, a large brown envelope clutched in her hands. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, her head slightly bowed in respect. “Someone dropped this off and said it was for you.”

I looked at the screen and displayed on it was the mansion call line. I answered it. "Sir Jayden, there's a problem. Mrs Audrey has escaped the mansion." a feminine voice erupted from the speaker. What? "How the hell did she leave the house?" "I...I don't know sir. I only noticed she was gone when I went to give her lunch in her bedroom."The maid, explained. I was furious and the maid was helping matters, she had no answers to my questions. I ended the call. Dialing the line of the top guard in the mansion. He picked up after two ring.