Novel & Cerita The Housemaids Secret

Mira’s POV) The older housekeeper’s eyes widened in pure shock as she stood frozen in the dark hallway. Her flashlight beam caught me fully robe hanging open, breasts exposed, thighs still slick from everything that had happened that night. For one long, humiliating second, neither of us moved. Then she muttered something under her breath, turned sharply, and hurried away down the corridor.

A young housemaid stood in the hallway, her head bowed respectfully, holding the heavy paper bag full of the secret supplies I had purchased earlier at the mall. “Ms. Clark left this in the SUV, Alpha,” the maid said quietly, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. “Thank you, you can leave now,” Cadmus said, his tone commanding as he took the bag from her. “What’s all of this?” he asked curiously, turning around as the heavy door clicked shut once more. I quickly scrambled off the bed, approached him, and snatched the paper bag aggressively from his hand. “That’s none of your business,” I said, turning my back on him immediately to hide my plotting expression.

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.

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.

I said and looked at the mansion. "What do you mean by secret room? Does the one like 50 Shades of Gray?" I quickly turned to her because of what she said. She was still laughing so I pulled her out. "What?!" "For example, basement or underground space." She removed the ball pen from her mouth and seemed to think. She looked around her for a moment before turning to me again. "Mother used to tell me that whenever the Lazarus came home, they were often downstairs. I'm not sure what they're referring to but maybe that is," said Erika, and looked at me.

“After that, we’ll go to the grocery store. Buy your necessities, toiletries, and other items you need—" "Sir, maybe you'll lose money if you continue that kindness toward me?" “Oh. I like Mr. Chippy. Get me two large packs.” Ugh. I know that. I'm his maid, so I'm the one pushing the cart, I'm also the one who gets what he says. I just follow him wherever he goes. "Take yours too, don't be shy—" I took two packs of the purple cream stick as well as polvoron. He was making fun of me so I couldn't help but sigh.

Nevertheless, this time, something felt different. After hearing a knock on the door, I began to head in that direction. Perhaps it was Mrs.Cha, who came to pick me up. I was clueless as to whether or not she was aware of what took place the previous night. Maybe she heard about it in the news and was too scared to return. As soon as I flung open the door, a swarm of individuals poured in, dragging a couple of clothes racks behind them. I was so startled that I anchored myself to the wall and let them in. The designer eventually came in and introduced herself. All of the racks were set up in the living room for viewing. I kept my eyes on the door, hoping Winston would arrive soon to offer as

Ray had made it clear that the parents had warned them to stay clear of my path. I didn't want to lose my only job, I couldn't afford to. A few hours later, I had already changed Bryson's beddings, made Ray's bed and now I was unpacking. The room was pretty good for a housemaid like me. It had a canopy bed, dresser, Tv cabinet and a walk in wardrobe. I only had a few clothes, the closet was so big for my few old tees and sweats. I didn't own any jewellery, not even a single pair of earrings. Mmmh I'll just leave my clothes in the suitcase like before, and just take out my toothbrush.

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.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring