The Housemaids Secret Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It had already been spoiled. Is it really like that when you're a rich person? The rustling sound in the living room took me completely by surprise. The light has been turned on. In addition, his matte black car was visible through the window. Sir has arrived at the location. “Sir? Do you want to eat? I'm going to reheat the dish—" “Never mind that. I'm going to bed." I was about to ask a question when the door slammed in my face. I'm just getting myself together. I was so irritated that I started crying.

"Yes, ma'am. It's not uncommon for a woman in her position to keep it a secret." Mrs. Thompson's initial reaction was disbelief. How could Rowan, her maid, be pregnant in this poor state? But as she looked at Rowan lying in the hospital bed, her heart filled with compassion. Rowan was one of the most hardworking and trustworthy employees she had ever had, and she deserved better than to be judged before the full story was known. Can I see her?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The doctor nodded. "She's awake now. You can see her."

"Casual ,I replied shortly . She placed the casual clothes on the bed and returned the two back into my closet. I stared at her huge ass ,as she walked to and fro ,i haven't seen her before ,mom must have sent in more maids to my mansion today ,well that's good luck ,I am tired of fucking the same pussy all the time , it's a good thing she took it as a habit to change my maids every week. she was about to leave when I stopped her ,she sure is new ,for not having an idea about my number one rule , before you can be accepted as a maid in my house you have to have sex with me . "You are new here right ,I asked. "Yes my prince ,the queen sent me and four other maids here last night ," she replie

I turned around, and there, standing with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open, was Sarah. Her arms were crossed, but her foot tapped impatiently like a teacher catching two naughty students somewhere. “Honestly, you two,” she huffed, shaking her head with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve got a house with at least Twenty rooms and you choose the living room? What’s this? Free pornography for the maids?” I scrambled to fix my dress, but the fabric was already torn at the shoulder, slipping down no matter how I tugged at it. “It’s not what you think!” I squeaked, which was exactly what someone would say when it was exactly what they thought.

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening. A bitter scoff broke through the silence. "How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust. Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."

I whined like a child. Well what else can I do!? He is behaving like a total Hitler right now! "Pfff! Delicate my a*s!" "Shut up Aden!" After the lunch Issac led me to the other side of the room that has another set of doors leading down. "Wait there are two basement under the house!?" "Yes so if you join them both the basement actually bigger than the house itself." "What if someone decides to take a per hole in the field behind the house they would realise there is a room underneath."

I am a stranger in this world, a man of cold stone and tradition walking into a house of glass and secrets. The elevator ride up is a slow, agonizing ascent. I check my phone one last time. My men are in position, a silent, unseen network of steel and muscle surrounding the entire building. They'll be watching, waiting for my signal. I've sent a text to Nikolai, a simple coded message: The chess board is set. I'm not a fool. The Kozlovs are a danger, but the true threat is standing at the heart of all these. This meeting, this place, Adrian's mocking call, it’s all part of a larger game. A game I have no intention of losing.

“What’s your favorite dessert?” As she spoke, I had already made a mental note to wear the cologne I had in more often, she seemed to like it a lot. “Favorite dessert,” I repeated those words and raised an eyebrow, stiffening a bit as soon as the maids came in bearing the lunch I had ordered prepared beforehand. They kept their heads bowed, their eyes away from Keira and from me, as they were meant to. Still, I never quite overlooked them. Maids, just like guards, were a part of most wealthy households but easily overlooked. Anyone who wasn't careful could easily find their homes riddled with spies.

A maid who had the guts not to show up at her so-called dashing entrance. However, when they heard a click-clacking of a not so high heels going downstairs, they all looked up and gaped in admiration. Christopher and Lauren were smiling secretly. Sebastian and Andy hid their fists greet. Fe and Gloria winked at each other. Dr. Turman and Christian even moved forward to hold her hands. But... Eve was frowning and Albert was fuming in rage. "What is she wearing?" he asked internally. Laila who was behind her smiled with satisfaction.

the maid was saying, but Maurice got her off. “What did you mean?” Maurice asked the maid, and she was skeptical about talking. “Did you want to get fired! I'm asking you what you saw!” Maurice roared, and the maid jumped away in fright. The maid narrated how she saw Hadley in Maurice's study roon, and how she looked flustered when she entered. Maurice dispersed them when he heard that, and he went to his study room. His eyes lingered on his safe, and a mocking smirk irked his lips seeing that he was opened.