The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

The car finally stopped and they both walked, Audrey looked at the mansion and was amazed by how huge it is, she had always thought her husband was rich but his house is nothing compared to this, this house is huge. “Let’s go in.” He ordered and they both walked into the house. They got in and Audrey watched as every guard and maid bowed at him which made her so curious about the number of maids and guards he has. They were some on the ship too. “Go with the maids, they will show you to your room. Once you get settled in, come back downstairs, we still have a lot to talk about now that we are here.” “Okay.” She replied and he walked away, Audrey turned to the maids and they smiled at her.

Williams' Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 1 Year Ago… Claire stepped into a room that had always been closed—locked as if that room was a secret place that no one could enter. At least, that has been happening for the last two years since she returned from the UK. She turned her head when she saw the door of the room was opened by the maid—Michael's old room before his room moved to the first floor, right beside her room. "You are going to clean this room?" She asked the maid.

The room itself wasn't that interesting but somehow I knew it held mysteries, it looked like an ordinary study room with a small siting area and book shelves filling out the rest of the room I looked around the room gliding my hands across the books that looked interesting but found nothing out of the ordinary, just as I was about to give up and head back out a book that was hidden within plain sight with the same color as the door caught my eyes, without hesitation I went ahead about to grab the book, when the door suddenly open and one of the maid came flooding in "who are you and what are you doing in here" she asked with a stern voice "I was just looking around, is there a problem" I rep

I won't and rolled my eyes one more time and they shrieked in excitement, clapping their hands. The car soon stopped at a big, magnificent gate which opened automatically and the car drove in. The maids immediately filed out to meet us, bowing in greeting to me, taking the luggage, and helping the triplets into the grand living room. "Sasha," I called the middle-aged woman I had employed for the triplets nanny. "Yes, Madam." She answered. "Where is the second lady that would assist you in taking care of my kids?" "I'm so sorry I didn't let you know of the situation at hand," she said in a small voice that was barely above a whisper.

I counted and we ran back to our building. ** I became restless after hearing about the secret house behind the packhouse. Alaila told me more about the secret house after we got back to our room, and that made me more curious. "The maids said that there is always a strange noise at night," she told me and I shrieked in excitement. "Noise like that of a horror movie?" I asked and she frowned. "This is not a horror movie, Xavia. This is reality. And don't you try to go there" she warned.

We used the total, unmitigated chaos of Thorne's violent coup to quietly slip away from our grueling labor assignments. We blended seamlessly into the deep shadows of the stone walls, moving in the opposite direction of the panicked crowds rushing toward the armories. As we cautiously skulked through the grand, vaulted corridors of the main residential estate—trying to make our filthy burlap blend into the dark corners—we stumbled upon three high-ranking housemaids huddled inside a covered stone archway. They were packing silver into bags, frantically gossiping about the unfolding madness. I pulled Elara back, pressing our spines completely flat against the cold stone wall just a few feet aw

I called out. No response. I closed the door behind me and slipped off my shoes. I walked through the living room and noticed his briefcase on the couch. His jacket was draped over the armchair. He was definitely home. "Damian" I called again. Still nothing. Something felt off. The air in the house felt different. Heavy. Like something bad was waiting around the corner. I moved down the hallway toward our bedroom. The door was slightly open and I could hear something coming from inside.

Colton into the Suite. With a burst of energy, I grabbed the shopping bags and sprinted toward the Master Bedroom. I stepped into the room and secured the door, ensuring it was firmly locked. I didn't want Mr. Colton to catch a glimpse of me clad in worn-out, tattered jeans and a loose, oversized t-shirt. I leaned against the door and put my ears to it in an effort to hear what was going on beyond the door in the living room. In an instant, my heart skipped a beat as the sound of a gentle knock on the door reached my ears.

He leaned down, his face as close as it could get without passing through his fucking force field, and stared into my eyes, “She felt like heaven on Earth.” The feeling that overtook my body was excruciating. Nausea and bile rose in my throat, a mixture of disgust and homesickness. But just as fast as it came on, something familiar overtook my body. I felt the pleasurable shiver down my spine of being called upon. I possessed the book. Hidden it somewhere no one would ever find it again. My lips curled into a knowing smile as I raised my eyes to Cassius. He had no idea what she'd done.

Is he clumsy? Nevertheless, it'll make it easy for me. I asked the maid to prepare tons of snack so it'll buy me time. Then I installed an audio bug, meters away from the office so I could hear if someone's coming. 'So, let's do this within five minutes.' I did exactly what they instructed me to open the secret door. After placing the book diagonally, the huge shelve has split into two. I'm not that surprised but looking at the dark cleared pathway at the center made my mouth wide opened. No seconds to lose, I entered the space. It is much cooler inside the dim secret room where all I could see are table, a laptop above it, boxes of drugs in sachets and the single warm yellow light above tha