The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

Eileen sighed: "Master Amelia... can you find out who's behind Patrick?" "I can," Amelia's voice was low and firm. "Just wait for good news." Amelia then sent a message to the people sent by the governor: "Send ten people to the Noone family, go straight to the study. There's a secret room behind the bookshelf. The switch is an ancient book on the bottom shelf. Move all the artifacts in the secret room back, and also check if there's a notebook in the safe. The password is 082957." Not long after the message was sent, she received a reply: "Understood, Ms. Cromwell."

"Do you think I don’t want to scream? Do you think I don’t wish to have the truth ripped from me? But listen, fox…if I share what I know, the house will hear it. And if the house hears…” Suddenly, the void around them trembled as a low hum echoed through the darkness, sounding like locks clicking shut. The maid flinched and covered her ears. “It’s listening right now. It’s always listening.” Vincent snarled defiantly into the air. “Let it listen! I'll burn it all to the ground!” The hum grew deeper, resembling a growl of its own. The maid fell to her knees, gasping for breath. "You don't get it…you’re not just fighting him anymore. You're fighting the house itself."

The thought that my underwear had been used by Clarissa in that way made my body tense even harder. Below the waist, the heat kept pressing against me. My body throbbed with every pulse, and my grip on my own self-control was slipping fast. A part of me was almost desperate for Clarissa to hurry up and take care of me properly. "Hello? Anyone here?" A stranger's voice suddenly came from the front of the shop. Clarissa immediately stepped back. I heard the quick rustle of clothing as she pulled her pants back on. "Who is it?" she called out, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

If Silas walked in now, the audit was over, and the execution would begin. "I'm fine, Silas!" I called out, forcing my voice to sound annoyed rather than terrified. I quickly tucked the Red Ledger into the waistband of my pants, hiding it under the heavy cashmere of my sweater. "I just dropped a stack of Enzo’s heavy law books. And the shutters are acting up again. The wiring in this house is as old as your jokes." A long silence followed. I held my breath, my hand hovering over the skillet, ready to swing at the door if it opened.

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe

Alessia whispered to him. She gave the basket to the cook of the house, Marika, and let her make their dinner. Rushing to her room, Alessia spared a glance at Clyde's locked room before locking her own. She directly went under her bed and grabbed the book that was stored in the chest in the attic. She's reached more than half of the book and is near to considering that this is one big joke. Every page got more and more ridiculous as she flicked through it. The claims were near to impossible and the people mentioned have been dead for centuries. She couldn't ask anybody if the content of this book was a hoax or real. Nonetheless, she kept reading.

As I approach the kitchen, I call out, “What is that delicious smell? Did you cook something again for supper?” My steps falter when I walk through the doorway and find one of the staff there instead of my mother-in-law. The middle-aged woman gives me a bright smile as she sets an empty plate down on the counter. “Mrs. Gold got a phone call in the afternoon and had to leave. I’ve fixed supper for you and the master. Casper has already eaten and has gone to bed. I made sure he had his bath and brushed his teeth.” She turns back to the stove and lifts a lid off a pot. “I’ll dish up your plate. Do you happen to know how long it will be before the young Master comes home?”

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

Gently, the door creaked open, revealing the tentative head of our housemaid. "Ms Morris, breakfast is served. Sir is requesting your presence downstairs," I acknowledged with a nod, as my throat felt parched. She gave me a suspicious glance before departing. As soon as I heard her fading footsteps, I hastily retrieved the damned roses and the letter, swiftly stashing them in the closet and securing it with a lock.