The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

She understood, having heard a lot of gossip from the servants, and agreed we couldn’t leave her here any longer. Dinner was a bit awkward. I could tell Mason was a bit agitated about having fallen asleep for so long. His eyes looked a little red and he kept trying to stretch out his back. Belle told me he had passed out on the floor. Guess he was used to his memory foam mattress. Tara kept her eyes glued to her plate. She had actually eaten a decent amount this time. Livvy, on the other hand, was chattering away like a song bird. She had asked me just about every question in the book by the end of dinner. It made me smile, seeing her so passionate and happy just talking about somet

About secrets the house kept like a loyal servant. The mansion creaked, soft and slow. I froze. My head snapped toward the hallway. Silence. No footsteps. No voices. Just the storm and the clock and that awful sense that I wasn’t alone in my own breathing. I listened harder. Nothing. Still, I lowered my voice instinctively, as if the walls could hear thoughts. “This is insane,” I murmured. And yet I kept reading. Because the pages were doing something to me. They weren’t just telling me Katherine’s story.

****** Adele I could hear the maids whispering and giggling as I went around the house, they kept mute once they sighted me and pretended they were doing their job. I couldn't help but wonder if they knew or heard what transpired between I and Mr Peterson, I ducked my head as I moved around, going about my duties of making little Colleen's food. I heard a chit chat coming from the laundry room, I tip toed quietly and gently, covering my mouth as I heard what the maids were gossiping about.

It was time to confront the maids, to unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the walls of the mansion. The search for my missing child would not falter, for his safety and well-being were paramount. Carla arrived at the study, her face marked with distress. "Carla, I need you to assemble all the maids in the living room, ASAP," Cullen commanded, his tone firm and commanding. "Sir, there's... there's actually a problem," Carla stammered, her voice trembling. "What's the problem?" Cullen snapped, his anger palpable. "One of the maids left last night, she didn't inform anyone. She left just a note," Carla explained, tears welling in her eyes.

He’d told me I was the only one who had the key to his heart. I ripped it off. The chain snapped. The charm skittered across the floor, landing beside the envelope I had dropped when I got home. I stared at it. Azrael’s payment. The price of my pride. And I laughed. It was an awful sound. Unhinged. Wet. Because I had sold myself — my secrets, my silence — for a man who didn’t even want to be free. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I paced the apartment like a ghost for two days. I ignored my phone, let the missed calls pile up — all from Melissa.

After seeing how brave Paul was, I eradicated every atom of fear embedded inside of me and gestured to the secretary. “Why did you walk past me? Do you have an appointment with the CEO?” She questioned us. Her hands were already resting on the landline, waiting to tell us if we chose to act smart. “Don't you recognize us? I am Ethan's wife, the son of your CEO.” I introduced myself, while Paul did the same thing. I was hoping it would be enough to sneak us to Mr. Wood's office. “Of course, I know you,” the secretary said while keeping my hopes alive.

she said, looking nervous. Meggay raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "What about the guards?" Meggay asked authoritatively. "They can't stop her, Ma'am. She’s damaging the first floor. She’s broken many frames and other things," the secretary said nervously. "She keeps shouting, 'Phoebe, come out!' I suppose it’s Architect Phoebe she wants," she added. Meggay looked at me with a blank face. "What happened?" she asked coldly. I fidgeted with my fingers and licked my lower lip.

"I don't play the odds. I play for the person who pulled the locket out of the fire." Caleb pulled her into a kiss that tasted of salt, blood, and a $100 Billion victory. The "Contract" was dead. The "Secret" was out. And the "Maid" had finally become the Master of the Game.

My heart pounded against my chest at the thought of someone close to Alessio being undercover in this mansion. The words shocked me enough to reconsider whether I should continue or not because once I did, I would be carrying what appeared to be this big secret. Then again, if someone was really undercover—I had to know who it was. For all our sakes. With a shaky breath, I braced myself and continued reading. ~ I was freaking out, did not want to get dragged into any mess, and did not want to think about it. You know the rules us maids have to comply with. Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t even breathe too loudly.

The second maid also lowered her head, adding remorsefully, "I'm so sorry, sir." The two maids had been covertly listening in on Marcellus and Larisa when they heard Marcellus's initial outcry from the master bedroom, unbeknownst to Mrs. Mary, the head maid. They both remained at the doorway with their ears closely pressed against the door, perplexed when they didn't hear anything coming from the bedroom. The second maid then advanced and peered into the room, her hands unconsciously gripping the doorknob. "Let me see," the first maid murmured as she attempted to move the second one out of her way to get a glimpse. Suddenly, the second maid's hand went down to the doorknob without her awaren