The Housemaid's Secret Novels & Stories

The maid's eyes lingered on mine as if conveying a secret message. "Is there a note or something?" I asked, searching the box. The maid nodded. "Inside, ma'am." I opened the box, revealing a stunning evening gown, its silk fabric shimmering in the light. A note lay on top. I stared at the note, the words seared into my mind: "Make sure not to mess things up. I'll be watching you." - Mrs. Smith The dress, once a beautiful gesture, now felt like a thinly veiled threat. A reminder that I was being pulled into a world where secrets and expectations reigned.

I screamed, "That bitch!" and slammed the newspaper down on my desk. The headline glared up at me: Anderson Heir's Dark Secret: Housemaid Says Rape and Abandonment. My assistant, who was standing right behind me, jumped back in surprise. I pay him a huge salary—way more than he deserves. But somehow, he or that housemaid had talked to the press. She had gotten into my life, into my bed years ago, and now she was lying to destroy me.

“Look this is the gift” Upon seeing the bottle of candies, the maid was delighted.“My granddaughter loves to eat this don't of candies” However, after a thought she sighed.“I'm sorry, but u really can't leave me my master's contact information. I think I can tell you that my master is an actor. But no matter how rich he gets, he won't be able to afford such a house ”, suddenly, she lowered her head.“The truth is, this house belongs to the lady of Grandex hotel. She gave the house to my master, so how can I sell it to you? Am I right?.

Mr James said, his voice rough like sandpaper, almost a deep animal growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. “Unless you want the whole house to hear what happens next.” She swallowed hard, her hand reaching back trembling, and pushed the door shut with a soft, final click that echoed in the tense air. Lila, the 19-year-old virgin housemaid with her smooth caramel skin and wide innocent eyes, stood there frozen in shock. She had been downstairs in the kitchen, stirring the pot of stew for dinner, when she heard the strange groans coming from upstairs (low, guttural sounds).

I walked to my small closet and took out an old suitcase, the same one I brought when I first came to this mansion. I started packing. I folded the new dresses from Sebastian neatly. I arranged the luxury bags from Adrian inside the suitcase. I put the small pieces of jewelry they gave me into a cloth bag. Tomorrow, I would put on my maid's uniform again. The shabby uniform I used to wear every day. I would sweep, mop, wash clothes, and serve tea to Clara just like before. Clara must not know. Clara must not know that her father married his maid. Clara must not know that the maid once slept in her father's room. Clara must not know that the maid was kissed, touched, and entered by her father

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

I could still feel that heat wrapped tightly around me, as if one push would break the final barrier between us. "I-I fell asleep back here earlier," I said, my voice uneven. "I accidentally triggered the mechanism on the bed. Can you… turn it off for me?" My breathing had grown heavier without me realizing it. But instead of pulling away immediately, Clarissa seemed to shift her weight lower against me, as if the reaction only made her more excited. Then, after a pause, she stepped away and unplugged the bed. Without power, the restraints released almost instantly. The moment my arms and legs were free, I instinctively stood up.

Surprisingly, all their phones were switched off. She stopped a cab and then gave him the directions to the house. She was worried at how none of her friends, Alejandro and even Maria's line was off. She paid the cab driver and then walked into the house. It was quiet as if no one was home. She checked the kitchen but no one was in sight. “Hello?" She called as Roberta came out. “Hi, who are you and where is Alejandro?" She asked. “I'm the new maid, and Sir is up in his room." She said making her worried the more.

It was a black off-shoulder chiffon long sleeves and black pencil skirt. “He knows that I’m from a well-off family. That’s why he’s trying to provoke my hidden identity. So much for being antipathetic.” I mumbled. After a couple of minutes, I matched out from the bathroom. The maid was waiting for me to finish changing. “Let’s go downstairs, Miss.” I nodded and followed her steps. “Anyways, who’s room is this?” I asked before we got ourselves out of the room.

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,