The Housemaids Secret Reviews Novels & Stories

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.

All the maids in the house were there, wanting to see what would happen to the popular model Camille. "Then search it" Camilla said, throwing her bag to the floor for the maid to pick up. She took her seat, hands crossed beneath her boobs as she kept her eyes on the maid and the bag. The maid emptied the bag onto the floor and something metal dropped. Everyone's eyes widened and so did Camilla's. She stood up, not being able to believe what she was seeing. Haynes smirked, knowing his mother had finally did it. Mrs. Chadwick walked forward, her steps slow and calculated.

“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 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.

“I think I’d know the woman I married better than anyone standing here. If you’re truly interested in finding the missing diamond earrings, I suggest you check the secret CCTV cameras installed in the house.” A sudden hush fell over the room. The kind of silence that presses down on your shoulders like weight. Eyes darted nervously, breaths caught in throats. And I understood the reason behind their stunned quiet Because only family members knew about the secret cameras in the Knight mansion. The working maids in the house were given liberty to explore freely, but they were not aware that they were being monitored at all times. Madeline quickly recoverd from her shock as she turned to me. “C

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

"I don't play the odds. I play for the person who pulled the locket out of the fire." Caleb pulled her into a kiss that tasted of salt, blood, and a $100 Billion victory. The "Contract" was dead. The "Secret" was out. And the "Maid" had finally become the Master of the Game.

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe

"How do you know, Miss?" "You can leave early." Ruby did not answer the question from the new maid in front of her. What she heard, and what she saw, could not be said out loud. To be a loyal maid of high rank, Ruby had to keep everything a secret. Zella was curious about Ruby's words, the old woman seemed to know a lot about Mike. Did Ruby also witness Mike's murder? Zella continued to think along the way back, she didn't come straight to the headquarters, Zella went back to her apartment first.