The Housemaid's Secret Mga Nobela at Kwento

As I said the words, the maids roared in delight and agreements. I interrupted their delight with a rasp, “Shh. We have to keep the plan a secret. It has to be a cop secret.” “Our top secret.” They all nodded In agreement and as I saw that all the maids had agreed to offer their help, I realized I was indeed well supported. With the support I received from the maid and my family, I would bring down Madame Browne, Lucas and Rochelle within the blink of an eye.

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

Up until noon, everything looked normal. Just as disappointment began to creep in, she suddenly strode straight into my bedroom under the camera. When she came back out, she was wearing my silk sleepwear. She had also put on my jewelry, around her neck and on her hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of red wine, every bit the mistress of the house. At that moment, the doorbell rang. She rose unhurriedly and went to open the door. A young woman walked in.

The lobby lights glimmered softly behind the curtain of rain, but to Renata, the glow felt cold—too bright for the place where all her dirty secrets began. She walked down the quiet corridor, the click of her heels echoing faintly against the marble floor. Each step felt heavier, like she was dragging an invisible weight behind her. When she reached the door of the suite, her hands trembled. The same room number. The same door. The same rotten memories. Of course, she wore a mask and cap, hiding her face from the world. The keycard almost slipped from her fingers. She stared at the door for a long time, as if wishing someone, anyone would stop her from the other side. But the world stayed si

“I don’t think they’d find you. Or worse…they would.” Carrie snorted softly. “You’re being dramatic.” “I am not,” Shawn said. “I’ve seen horror movies that start exactly like this. Beautiful house. Polite staff. Suddenly…. boom… disappearance.” Before I could answer, a line of maids came in quietly, each holding silver trays with covered lids. They moved together smoothly, setting dishes on the table with calm efficiency. One maid stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Delia.” “Good morning,” I replied automatically, still a little stunned by everything.

I’m sure there are many security cameras installed in that area. I looked around the rows of doors. “Which one is Master Wade’s library?” I asked again, making my face look gentle. “So I can avoid it.” “Oh, that one.” Mrs. Sisa pointed to a door a few steps away from my assigned room. “The fourth room from here. That is the most forbidden room of all.” I swallowed. It only made my curiosity even stronger. “There was once a maid who went there without Master Wade’s order…” I leaned in slightly. “What happened to the maid?” I asked eagerly, my heart racing.

Yet, in his memory, those who utilized that secret code were usually middle-aged nobles trying their best to act without drawing the attention of high society. “Why are you silent? Were my words not clear enough?” “O-of course not, My Lady. Please wait here for a moment,” the servant said, bowing deeply to conceal his immense shock. The servant hurried down to the private quarters on the ground floor, seeking out the shop owner in his personal office. "Master," the servant whispered, his breath slightly hurried. "On the second floor... there is a young woman using our secret code." “Who is she?” “I do not know, this is her first time here.”

I heard Adam was shipped off to the countryside by Queenie to live with some distant relative. Queenie, on the other hand, moved into an even smaller studio apartment in a bad neighborhood, working random odd jobs just to keep food on the table while dodging my lawyers for the money she owed. There were still a few lingering signs of our old life left in the apartment. There were the faded wedding decorations on the wall, the beat-up stew pot in the kitchen I always used, and several potted plants on the balcony that, despite my meticulous care, had ultimately failed to blossom.

She looked at every room with Lila and Berta, the knights stationed at the previous rooms, as they finally reached the maid's room. The maid already told you where the box is but you do not trust her easily, that would be too naive on your part. Instead, she kept an eye on every furniture that can potentially hide secrets, or plans. She opened the cabinet and looked at every place as she noticed the a small hatch near the closet, where the box is hidden as per the maid's words. Amerie's eyes glinted as she turned to Lila and Berta, "Cleared, but I am getting a bit tired. You two don't mind moving along without me, right?"