The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook Novels & Stories

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

she revealed. The mention of maids caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but furrow my brows in curiosity. Had I missed something during my time away? "Oh, right! The Master does not like noise, so he decided that the maids should do their chores and remain out of sight unless absolutely necessary," she explained, offering a glimpse into this mysterious household. My focus now wrapped around the tantalizing prospect of a secret hidden within the walls, my cooking project momentarily forgotten. "Pass me the oil, will you?" I requested absentmindedly, my thoughts consumed by the intriguing information she had shared.

I said, my voice soft. "I need to know what's going on. Can you tell me anything?" The maid hesitated, glancing around the room nervously. And then, in a barely audible whisper, she spoke. "Be careful around the don, ma'am. He's not what he seems." I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the maid's. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The maid glanced around the room nervously, as if she feared being overheard. "The don has secrets, ma'am," she said, her voice low and cautious. "Secrets that could put you in danger."

For now, the house belonged to mother and son. “Me too,” Helena said quietly, turning her mug in slow circles. “Last night I heard you go downstairs. Then… sounds from the little guest room. You heard them too, didn’t you?” Cedric nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to the counter. “Yeah, Mom. I went down because I couldn’t sleep. Selly’s door was closed, but I heard weird noises. Like… labored breathing, or quiet crying. And a man’s voice—whispering. I knocked, asked if she was okay. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep. But her voice… it was shaking so bad. Like she was holding something back.”

“Is the door still open?” “No.” The maid shook her head. “I locked it immediately after I was done cleaning.” “Where's the key?” “With me. I want to return it to Missus.” “You can give it to me. I'll return it myself.” Marley said and held out her hand but the maid hesitated. “I just need to take out a book in my husband's study. So give me the key.” Marley said firmly and the maid brought out the key and handed it over to Marley.

I no longer knew which parts of my past belonged to truth and which had been carefully constructed lies. Just then, the old grandfather clock standing at the end of the entrance hall began to strike midnight. Each deep chime echoed through the mansion with unsettling clarity until, after the twelfth strike, a loud mechanical click echoed from somewhere behind the library wall. Every head turned toward the sound. Slowly, almost silently, one of the towering bookshelves shifted away from the wall, revealing a narrow passage hidden behind decades of polished wood and expensive leather-bound books. Cold air drifted from the darkness beyond, carrying with it the faint scent of dust and forgotten

She tucked it into her pocket, then said, “It stores and plays audiobooks. I like to listen to them while I clean.” “Really? Can I see it again?” The device had been magically altered, and I was curious how it worked. Maeve picked up a metal bucket. “Perhaps later, miss. I need to get on with my chores.” The idea of keeping this mansion clean was daunting. “You have help, don’t you?” “Of course I do.” Her smile seemed strained. “I take care of the third floor, but other staff see to the rest of the mansion. And of course, we have kitchen and maintenance people too.”

Mrs Thompson said, she turns to look at me one last time before walking into the mansion. We are currently in the maid's quarters, Maria has left after introducing two other maids including the one I saw with Mrs. Thompson at the mart. “You are so beautiful ” Audrey said, she was my bedmate and was also the one with Mrs. Thompson when we met. “Thank you” I replied shyly as I unpacked the little clothes I managed to take with me. “Is it true that your aunt sent you out of the house?” Lisa asked. I nodded as I couldn't speak due to the heavy lump of tears in my throat.

Again nothing happens. “Excuse me, anyone home,” Alice said as she strikes the door with the knocker. It produces a nasty sound that seems to reverberate deep into their bones. Don winces at the unpleasant noise. “Come in,” said a friendly voice of a woman. A splendid sight meets them when they open the door. The hallway of the house is as richly decorated as the outside. The carvings on the wall are so intricate that it looks alive and organic. Statues beam at them in each corner. To complete the picture of perfection, a beautiful woman awaits them at the end of the hallway. Her stunning features are indescribable, like an artwork came to life.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre