Novels by Louise

“My my, this looks cosy.” Dominic faked a chuckle. I broke eye contact with Joshua and hurried to the kitchen and reached out for a bowl. Because Dominic is much taller than me and has a certain order for how his things should be organised, he placed all the bowls towards the back, causing one of them to slip out of my hands and fall to the ground. “HOMER!” Dominic yelled at me while I stared at the broken pieces of glass right at my feet. “I am so sorry.” I hurried off to get the broom and dustpan. “It was an accident.” Joshua sighed as he came out of the bathroom to peep at what happened. Dominic, on the other hand, did not look too pleased. He had already worn his grumpy face by then and was starting to growl. “I am so so sorry, sir.” I apologised as I started to sweep up the mess. “Why are you so clumsy?!” Dominic asked angrily“Look, these things happen.” Joshua started to defend me“Joshua, it’s okay. You don’t need to speak up for me.” I quickly snapped at him“I am only

“I am sorry sir, for lying earlier. Emma Scorsone is a good friend of mine.” I finally answered “Then why do the records say that she is your sister?” he asked. I felt like everything was just getting worse and worse and going against me. Anything I said would just make everything much worse. I imagined if I had just settled for telling the truth from the start, I would not be in such a messy situation. “I don’t know. Maybe when she was arriving, she must have said something about being my sister to Wilbur and Stanley. I am not sure.” I twisted some few words around hoping it would not come back to haunt me. “Okay,” he said I remained standing above him for some more time. “Can I help you with something?” he asked “I just wanted to know where else the cameras are,” I said worriedly “They are only in the kitchen, living room, dining room and like the corridors. I am thinking of installing at least one or two in here,” he replied “So, there is none in the room I sleep in?” I as

“Homer, who is Emma Scorsone?” he asked again, only his face was starting to get a bit more serious.I knew I was definitely getting into more trouble by pretending to not know who he was talking about. “Uhm…” I still wondered what I was going to say“You know, this could end quicker if you just told the truth.” he sighed “I don’t know who Emma Scorsone is, sir?” I lied quickly “Really?” he queried I nodded. I wondered how he discovered the name and why he was asking me about her. Did the Stanley or Wilbur tell him about Emma coming over? I assumed he had surveillance cameras around the house but he would have probably asked who I was with and not the name. So, I decided that Stanley or Wilbur most probably told him about her. “Finish cleaning up the dishes and then we will come and have a talk,” he said and walked out of the kitchen. I gulped nervously. I had no way out. In times like that, I wished I did not live with him because I would have probably ran off and pretended to

“What a day!” the sound of Dominic’s voice scared me from a deep sleep. “Homer, you can’t be sleeping on the couch!”I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them to find an angry Dominic standing above me. “There is a room for you to do all the sleeping you want to do,” he said. “I am really sorry, sir.” I stood up and apologised. He walked away, clearly irritated while I debated if I should go and take a nap, or just shower and get out of my maid uniform and call it an early night. “I am so exhausted!” Dominic groaned “How was it?” I asked “It was actually really lovely. I enjoyed it. We went to an art gallery. Her younger sister just actually just opened an art gallery so we saw a few pieces, might buy a few for my house and then we went for lunch to this Japanese restaurant. I was not really a fan of the sushi. I have better sushi but she enjoyed it and then after all that, we went to the park and walked.” he answered “So, it was a date?” I asked “No, no. Not a date. I am not th

As soon as Dominic’s car disappeared, Emma’s car showed up, all before Stan and Wilbur could close the gate. So, Dominic must have passed Emma. “Ma’am, you’re lost. You might want to make a U-turn.” Wilbur said“No, I am not lost. I believe I am at the right place,” she answered. Emma was the last person Stanley and Wilbur wanted to fight with. Even if they were just doing their job, she would still manage to find a way to fight them. “Do you know anyone here?” Stanley asked “I am here to see my sister, Harper Holmes.” She answered “HOLMES!” Wilbur called my name. I walked out of the house nervously. I did not know what Stan or Wilbur could do now that Dominic was not around and Rebecca had stopped showing up. I did not know if Dominic had left either of them in charge. “Yes?” I replied as soon as I reached them. “Well, don’t you look adorable in your little uniform,” Emma said excitedly “Is this your sister?” Wilbur asked. I mean technically she was not my sister but if I s

“I am sorry sir,” I blushed as I asked him to repeat what he had just said “I was saying that we need to come up with a plan for your sleepwear,” he repeated while his eyes traced all over my body once again“Why?” I looked down at my outfit as I felt my cheeks heat up. He kept quiet and continued to look at me. “Because…” he finally shrugged “Because what?” I questioned, “Did Sadie say something?” “No, no.” he laughed “Okay, the both of you guys need to stop with your weird competition or whatever it is.” I wondered what he meant. Did Sadie also ask if I had said something to him? I mean, most definitely if he was saying that we need to stop with our competition. I did not want to ask him what he meant by the competition because he would start talking about that and forget the whole conversation about sleepwear. “So, why are we coming up with a plan for my sleepwear?” I dared to ask again“I don’t know. I just guess we should come up with one.” he shrugged “Then what if I ref

“I will be back. Let me sort out something.” I said before I quickly left the living room and hurried to my bedroom. I tried to press on his profile but I still could not see anything because it was a private account. You’re probably messing with me.I typed back as I pinched my screen to zoom into the profile picture to get a better look at him. Now, why would I lie to you?I did not know he was searching for me. I thought he decided that I was his ex’s younger sister and therefore, knew that I was off limits. I tapped back on the profile and this time I could finally see content. He had accepted my follow request and followed me back. I pressed on his most recent posts and there he was, the same face I saw from the dinner that night. I found myself practically drooling all over the screen and thinking about how gorgeous his face was. I see I have got a stalker. Another message from him popped up. I wondered what he meant by that until I looked down and saw that I may have lik

He stood at the door for what felt like an eternity, while my heart hammered in my chest. My eyes were wide open, unable to look away, trapped in the awkwardness of the moment as everything around me seemed to hold its breath."I was thinking we could watch a movie or something?" he suggested, his eyes darting between Roni and me, clearly trying to defuse the awkwardness.I let out a huge sigh of relief. “Sure, at the movie theater or here?” Roni asked, her voice light, though I could sense the underlying curiosity.“Here is fine. Let’s just plug in the drives and check for something we could watch, or we could stream something,” he suggested casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.“Okay, we’ll be right there,” Roni replied, her tone bright and eager.I, on the other hand, stayed silent, my mind racing. I could feel the weight of the moment—already skating on thin ice with my father, I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more tension tonight.He nodded and closed

Roni slid off the bed and casually made her way toward the door. I watched her with raised brows, half-expecting her to ignore my question entirely. But instead of leaving or responding, she cracked the door open just slightly, peering through the small gap like some kind of spy. She lingered for a few seconds, then shut the door just as quickly and turned back toward me.“And then?” I prompted, confused by her odd behaviour.“I just needed to make sure Dad or Russo wasn’t lurking around. If they catch us talking about this, we’ll be in trouble,” she explained before walking back to the bed and flopping down beside me. This time, she scooted closer, lowering her voice as if what she was about to say was top secret.“Maya is his… complicated person,” she whispered dramatically.I frowned. “What do you mean by that?”She sighed heavily as if she were annoyed that I wasn’t instantly catching on.“Okay, so you know how Bash is my complicated person?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

I was eager to uncover the truth about what had transpired between my sister and Russo, but before I could even voice my question, he suddenly appeared. His expression shifted the moment he laid eyes on my father—stunned, almost disbelieving.My father, seemingly caught off guard, parted his lips as if to say something but hesitated. “Oh—” was all that escaped him.An uneasy silence settled between us, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.“Anyway,” Russo finally spoke, his tone flat but firm. “I came to let you know that I’m heading back home. Maya called—there’s something I need to take care of over there.”My father, who had been sitting in contemplation, immediately rose to his feet and took a step closer to Russo. His expression was softer now, almost apologetic.“Look, I’m really sorry about earlier,” he said, his voice lowered, though not enough to keep me from catching bits and pieces of his words. “There’s just a lot going on, and I’m only trying to protect her.

"Uhmm..." I stammered, struggling to come up with a lie quickly.I could tell she had already caught me red-handed, reading through her journal.I slowly turned around and saw Roni’s expression—more than disappointed, it was a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Were you reading my journal? My personal journal?” she asked, her voice laced with disappointment.“Uhm…” I stammered, struggling to come up with a lie fast enough. “Tori…” she sighed.“Look, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to come up with something that sounded believable. “I was just passing by and saw it open. I wanted to close it so I wouldn’t accidentally read it, and then you came in when I was about to do that.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but I had to say something.She gave me a look, one that said she knew I wasn’t being completely honest. Her gaze was sharp like she could see right through the half-truths I’d just told her. “But it seemed like you were reading through it,” she pointed out, her tone laced with skept

"Victoria, what are you doing here?" My father asked, his voice laced with anger.I remained frozen, shocked into silence. I was too afraid to respond, not knowing if he'd just ask a rhetorical question or if he truly wanted an answer.“Victoria?” he repeated, his voice now calmer, though there was still a sharp edge to it. Oh, so he actually wanted an answer this time?He realized that being angry with everyone wouldn't help him get the answers he needed."I was drinking a cup of tea when I overheard you having a personal conversation with Alessandro - Mr. Russo. I thought it would be rude to walk by in the middle of it," I explained, though some of it was not entirely true.He sighed, dismissing me with a wave, before turning and walking back to the living room.I waited, hoping he would return and pick up where we left off last night, but he didn’t. Just as I started to think I might be in the clear, I heard his footsteps coming back toward the kitchen.“Finish your tea, go shower