The Housemaids Secret Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everything felt perfect…almost too perfect. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running. Richard was still in the shower. I adjusted my robe, making sure it was tied securely before heading downstairs. I opened the door to find one of our maids standing there, a large brown envelope clutched in her hands. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, her head slightly bowed in respect. “Someone dropped this off and said it was for you.”

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.

That immediately caused another round of quiet gasps and whispers behind us. “I told you!” “Oh my God…” One of the maids lightly smacked another on the arm while trying not to grin too loudly. “You owe me money,” she whispered excitedly. Another one giggled. “Then does that make her—” “You can call her the madam of this house too,” Damon added casually. Every single worker immediately straightened properly again, but I still caught the excited looks passing between them. “Oh, she’s definitely the real deal.” “I knew it.”

"We must be more careful; keep your eyes open, and if you see anything suspicious, don't hesitate to inform me. Be your sister's keeper, tell the other maids, and most importantly, be safe." These were the words Madame Clade said before dismissing the maids, and they got back to work. As a maid walked down the desolate halls of the guest room, she could hear erotic moans coming from a chamber. Intrigued by the low but exciting sexual sounds, the maid leans closer to the door of the chamber. She could now hear the sound of the moans clearly. Suddenly the door she rested on pushed open slightly; the maid became alert, but seeing as the people inside didn't notice, the maids still stayed put.

Sir Adrian, the Master's secretary had already informed them about the young miss being the Master's wife and this made them all nervous and cautious so they also don't get in trouble. "What part of 'I'm not Hungry!' don't you understand?? " I was furious and ended up taking it out on the poor maid even though I didn't mean to... The maid trembled in fear as her head hung low..... "Please, ma'am my job means alot to me and I don't wanna lose it..." The maid whispered and only then did I notice that I'd crossed the line.... I heaved a sigh as I gently massaged my temple... I remembered locking myself in last night so how the hell were they able to enter the room?

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

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

"It wasn't me losing my mind, and it wasn't an accident. That new maid Sebastian hired—Clara—she is a fraud and a monster." I leaned forward, laying out every single horrifying detail. I told her about the missing security footage of the kitchen fire, the way Clara deliberately sabotaged the house, the way she locked me out of the master bedroom and taunted me with the key, and how she played the helpless victim the exact second Sebastian walked around the corner.

Mac sniffs her hair and hugs her tightly while closing his eyes: Ah, your scent is magic that melts the heart and your embrace, Ah, your embrace is warm on a snowy night, Ah, how wonderful you are, my sexy maid. The red-haired woman , trying to remove his hands from around her waist: You idiot, get away from me, I am not a servant. Mac in a whisper: Don't worry, I won't reveal my secret to anyone, my love. I know that maids are not allowed to be in places like these for bitches. Don't worry, darling, you're safe with Mac (winking at her).

“What else do you want? This man is surely trying his best ... If he is such a bad man, I don’t think his first wife would be with him till now...yes every marriage is not the same but a good man is a good man and a good woman is a good woman irrespective of the kind of marriage they found themselves... “ she said too and then slowly lowered herself on the chair and faced her sister. “Hmmm, you don’t only offend your husband but everyone around him, no wonder the secretary was staring at us some how... what were you thinking ? Not even congratulating your co is wrong ... Even if you fight every time, congratulating her should be the first thing you would do, hahaha , your husband’s child.? T