The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said and looked at the mansion. "What do you mean by secret room? Does the one like 50 Shades of Gray?" I quickly turned to her because of what she said. She was still laughing so I pulled her out. "What?!" "For example, basement or underground space." She removed the ball pen from her mouth and seemed to think. She looked around her for a moment before turning to me again. "Mother used to tell me that whenever the Lazarus came home, they were often downstairs. I'm not sure what they're referring to but maybe that is," said Erika, and looked at me.

It had already been spoiled. Is it really like that when you're a rich person? The rustling sound in the living room took me completely by surprise. The light has been turned on. In addition, his matte black car was visible through the window. Sir has arrived at the location. “Sir? Do you want to eat? I'm going to reheat the dish—" “Never mind that. I'm going to bed." I was about to ask a question when the door slammed in my face. I'm just getting myself together. I was so irritated that I started crying.

Then the mask returned, and he was gone, leaving her alone with the quiet crackle of the fire. That evening, Lydia discovered a secret passage in the library—a narrow staircase concealed behind a row of bookshelves. Curiosity and a hint of daring pushed her to explore it. It led to a small, dimly lit study with stacks of documents and letters that smelled faintly of old paper and secrets. Her fingers brushed over the papers, and she realized—this house, this man, held more than walls and wealth. It held hidden truths, whispers of past decisions, and the echoes of lives lived under control and expectation.

Some guys climbed to her room by her window. "Who are you?" She asked with fear. "None of your business. Give the secret book to us." "I won't." She said. One of them hit her and she fainted. Then they started to find the book. They find the secret book behind the photo frame. Then took it and run away.

How can you be so ruthless in light of our marriage vows? I took the phone and said calmly, "You'd better listen up, Queenie." Queenie instantly fell silent. I continued, "You never loved me—you loved getting free care for your grandfather and Adam, and you love having someone who won't abandon you when you are down and out. "Your regret now isn't about betraying or lying to me. You just regret failing to get your hands on the Dixon family's money, you regret losing your free housekeeper, and you regret that all your careful plotting came to nothing."

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

I listened to the loud conversations between The housekeeper and the woman whose voice I found familiar and it was confirmed the next seconds as Aunty replied. “Madam, you are right and wrong at the same time!” Aunty’s voice was so calm and cold that it surprise me. This was the first time hearing her sound so cold as she had always been a gentle and loving person. I swallowed hard on hearing the word madam and I knew only Adams's mother could be called that. My heart trembled as I felt so helpless at the moment as she seemed to dislike me, right? The housekeeper’s voice rang out as I was thinking, “My master is Master Adams. And I only follow the orders of my master. He had ordered you not

" The home seemed alive, its walls murmuring secrets Belle was unsure she was ready to hear. One maid went by, her face a mask of apathy. Her voice clipped and direct: "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" Belle shook her head still appreciating the majesty of the mansion. But something drew her eye. Whispers, soft voices, muttering just around the bend. Belle stopped, straining to hear. She crept in, her breath caught as she heard brief exchanges. One voice murmured, a low whisper hardly audible: "She disappeared."

I was always looking for it. I walked toward the kitchen to get Liam a glass of apple juice, my soft-soled slippers silent on the marble. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. In this house, you didn't have to try to hear things; the architecture was designed for secrets to travel. As I approached the service pantry, I heard the clatter of silverware being polished and the low, hushed tones of two maids. "She doesn't even know which fork is for the salad," one whispered, a sharp, nasal voice I recognized as Sarah, the girl who did the linens. "I saw her yesterday at lunch. She looked at the table like it was a math exam she hadn't studied for."

At my own house, I hired someone to clean once a week. “What do you mean she is our new live-in maid?” Danny’s mother asked, clearly confused. “You have been having trouble finding a cleaner that you trust for your house, right? You’ve gone through 6 or 7 in the past year. So I … I found someone. I went today to pick her up. She used to live here, and I … convinced her … to move back.” “But isn’t that Jenna Maxwell?” one of the older wolves asked. I turned and recognized him as a pack elder. He was on the committee that had to approve me leaving the pack all those years ago.