Novel & Cerita The Housemaid's Secret Audiobook

The room felt bigger now that I knew what secrets it held, filled with shelves stretching high and filled to the brim with books, documents, and various artifacts. Each one was not only a testimony to my pack’s rich history, but also a frustratingly large puzzle piece. “Aunt Gertrude, if only you were a bit more organized,” I muttered, my voice blending with the room’s natural acoustics. “Why keep a secret like this, even on your deathbed?” With the reassurance that the twins were still sleeping peacefully through the baby monitor, I spent another house there, pouring over manuscripts, letters, and dusty diaries, searching for any hint of the combination.

You know the kind they show in movies where billionaires live, that's what my eyes are seeing. He stopped at the front of a metal door and pressed something on the wall and after some seconds, the door opened. I was speechless for a moment. An elevator? In a house like this? I get that the house is huge and everything else, but it was just like a 3-story mansion. Was an elevator really necessary? “This is your room,” The old man said, bringing me out of my thoughts. Here I was, going to meet my unknown husband. My body was tense, my palms wet, and shaky.

"You've got it wrong." "I highly doubt that. I refuse to let you have a secret lover, especially living in the same house as me. I may only be a mate in name only, but have some decency to not keep your lover in the house where I– your mate– lives as well." "She's the head maid! for Goodness' sake!" He screamed at me. His words shocked me. I was floored. The head maid? The head maid of the house? I never saw her before, just heard about her.

As I stepped out of the limousine,Richard guided me into the house. It was so beautiful. I never imagined myself being the daughter of a billionaire. If my parents had not “disposed” me away; I would have lived the best life I would have lived. I would not have even gotten the job of being Leonard’s Secretary or even getting married to the bastard. After this thought, I was having I had to let go of them and concentrate on what I came there to do. I came to confront the woman who had claimed to be my mother. Richard opened the door to a very large room. As he opened the door,I saw a lady in her middle age sitting in a wheelchair facing the window which could not make me look at her face.

This big stupid house had more ears than walls. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth. ‎ ‎I knew they whispered sometimes everyone in houses like this did but hearing it out loud? Hearing me described like some embarrassing soap-opera disaster? ‎ ‎That one hurt. ‎ ‎I stepped into view. ‎Deliberately. ‎ ‎Their faces drained of color instantly. ‎ ‎The first maid tripped over her own feet trying to stand straight. “Miss Miss Vivienne” ‎ ‎“You forgot to whisper quieter,” I said calmly. Too calmly.

Eva's POV. I wasn’t sure what pulled me outside that afternoon, instinct, perhaps, or the faint voice that had been whispering at the back of my mind since my encounter with the house maid... Pay attention to the overlooked, the servants, the guards, they see everything their masters try to hide. The estate was unnervingly quiet, though I had learned that quiet in this place was not peace. It meant chaos and secrets flying through quietly.

Before I could even backtrack and understand how I had gotten here, a crick echoed across the hallway as the bookshelf opened up, revealing a secret passage hidden within the walls. My curiosity took root as I stepped into the passage, the door slamming shut behind me. I had only taken a few steps when I was ambushed by a group of maids. “You're the new girl sent by madam Chasity right?” Before I could even respond and clarify the misunderstanding, I was dragged along with them as we approached a strange door within the passage. She took out a rusted key, unlocking the door and shoving me inside. “Remember, success in pleasing the young master will be rewarded but his dissatisfaction could c

“Ms. Audrey, should I invite the young master inside? The sky suddenly went so dark with rain clouds, it must be going to pour heavily tonight,” the housekeeper said while watching her eat dinner. It was already past 7 in the evening and Audrey decided to eat something before she continued reading the book that caught her interest.

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

The tall columns of the mansion loomed above us, shrouded in the golden glow of lanterns. The front door was open. We sneaked in unseen, through the black entrance hall. The room was thick with the smell of wood and sickly perfume. And then we heard them. Coming from the study. Nicholas motioned, and in we went. When we strode into the room, I had my heart jammed inside my throat. There, ensconced in a carved mahogany desk chair, was my mother. Elaine Rothschild. Alive. Elegant. Eternal. And framed before her, against the fire mantel and wearing a dirty grin—Victor.