Annabel Montes, Twenty four years old high school dropout, After losing both her parents to a fatal accident making her an orphan. She was forced to move in with her Aunt who did nothing for her and always made her feel like a burden. With the help of a friend, she was able to get a housekeeping job at a wealthy family home. But she disguised as a married woman so she could get the job. Annabel never knew she would be caught up with the Torres Brothers who are narcissistic and have no respect for women. But everything took a different turn at Annabel’s arrival. One in lust. One in love. What happens when Annabel finds out she is pregnant but has no idea who fathered her child? Will this child be a blessing or will it ruin her completely?”
View More“I don’t think I’m interested in playing any of these games,” Annabel said softly, barely audible over the pulsing music. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “Sir, I think we should leave,” she added, her gaze locked on Albert’s hand.Andrew, standing nearby with a drink loosely gripped in one hand, narrowed his eyes. Jealousy flickered in them like a storm ready to erupt.“Why can’t you play?” he asked sharply, his voice cutting through the music. “You running from something… or someone?”Annabel didn’t answer. Neither did Albert. Instead, Albert reached out, lacing his fingers through hers as if shielding her from the moment, and turned to leave.“You can’t just walk out!” Andrew snapped, voice rising above the club beats. “What the hell are you doing, Albert? You have a fucking fiancée, so why are you holding her hand like that?”Albert stopped in his tracks. His eyes met Andrew’s, dark with irritation.“That’s none of your damn business,” he bit back coldly.“Okay, oka
Annabel’s eyes widened in shock at what Andrew had just done. “What is the matter with you?” she demanded, rising quickly and hurrying over to where Albert lay sprawled on the floor to help him up.Andrew’s face flushed with anger and disbelief as he barked, “What is wrong with me? You were both about to fucking kiss—and he’s got a fucking fiancée!”Annabel’s tone was icy as she scoffed, “He was trying to get something out of my eye, you weirdo!” She steadied Albert, whose eyes darted around in embarrassment over the scene he’d just witnessed.Albert cleared his throat and, with a calm steadiness that contrasted sharply with the chaos, asked, “Why would you do that, Andrew?”“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry,” Andrew mumbled, his voice softening as he turned and stalked away toward Esme. “Let’s get out of here now,” he said, gripping Esme’s wrist firmly as they left the café behind. Annabel and Albert exchanged glances while watching them disappear through the door.Albert let out a sigh.
Annabel couldn’t shake the nagging uncertainty about where Albert was taking her. Dressed in a simple outfit—a basic top paired with worn jeans—she hoped she wasn’t underdressed for whatever surprise lay ahead. As the car cruised along the quiet road, Albert’s eyes flicked over to her, catching the subtle tension in her posture.“Are you okay, Annabel?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.Startled, she turned to him, forcing a small smile. “There’s no problem, sir. I’m good,” she replied softly, though the tremor in her tone betrayed her. “I’m just a little cold—that’s all,” she added, a gentle lie meant to smooth over the awkward silence between them.Albert’s concern didn’t waver. “That’s no problem at all,” he said, immediately reaching over to switch off the car’s AC. “Better now,” he added with a warm smile. Annabel returned his smile, and the drive passed quietly, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the soft whisper of the road.When they finally arrived, A
Andrew took a step back, putting distance between himself and Esme. A smirk curled on her lips, her eyes glinting with amusement."I’m glad I make you uneasy. That just means you feel something for me," she said confidently, tilting her head slightly.Andrew’s left eyebrow arched at her words."Feel something for you?" he scoffed. "I don’t give a damn about you, okay? And don’t get too close to me again. I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again—I’m in love with someone else. So whatever you’re hoping for? It’s never going to happen." His tone was sharp, laced with clear irritation.Before Esme could respond, movement caught Andrew’s attention.Annabel.His eyes widened slightly as she approached, a sudden rush of worry washing over him. Had she seen what just happened?"Excuse me, sir. I'd like to get through," Annabel said, her voice calm, controlled.Esme turned to her, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Oh my, are you a housekeeper here?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over Annabe
Andrew's mind reels as he watches Esme, confusion clouding his thoughts. Why is she saying this? What game is she playing?"I'm serious, okay?" Esme insists, her tone light yet unwavering. "When my dad told me I’d be meeting someone, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. He’s always setting me up with people I have no interest in. But with you… it’s different.” She tilts her head, watching him closely. “The way you stood up to your parents, refusing the marriage—it was something I’ve never seen a rich boy do before. It was… attractive." She smiles, but Andrew feels no warmth from it—only amusement, like she’s enjoying a game he never agreed to play.His frown deepens. "Don't get the wrong idea," he says sharply. "I said that because I don’t want to marry you—not because I was trying to impress you."Esme’s smile widens, as if his frustration is nothing more than entertainment to her. "I know. But now I want to marry you.”Andrew exhales sharply, barely containing his irritation. "Well, I don’t w
Andrew’s POVI loved the shocked look on my mom’s face. Now I was sure—this marriage would never happen."Hi, everyone. I’m Esme," she said in a nonchalant tone, barely looking up from her phone as she found a seat."This is my daughter, Esme," Griffen said nervously. I mean, who could blame him? Just look at his daughter."She doesn’t look shy to me," I said with amusement, only to be silenced by my mother’s sharp glare. I rolled my eyes but didn’t push it further."I think we should all eat," my mom said with a forced smile, trying to keep things civil.My gaze stayed on Esme. I wanted to tell her how relieved I was that she was the one here. There was no way my mom would ever accept her as her daughter-in-law.As we started eating, Griffen reached over and took Esme’s phone away. "Eat properly," he told her.Surprisingly, she listened without protest. She actually obeyed him. Well, I guess that wasn’t a bad thing."I know you all might have some questions about my daughter," Griffe
The house is beautifully decorated, warm lights casting a soft glow over the elegant setup. The scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods.Annabel moves about the kitchen, wiping down the counters, but her mind is elsewhere. Curiosity tugs at her as she watches the staff rush around with an unusual level of excitement.She finally turns to Mrs. Jones, who’s overseeing the preparations. "Mrs. Jones, what’s happening?" she asks, her tone laced with curiosity.Mrs. Jones pauses, a smile tugging at her lips. "Andrew is about to get engaged."The words hit Annabel like a sudden gust of wind. Her heart skips a beat, her grip tightening slightly on the cloth in her hands."What?" she breathes out, needing confirmation. "Is he really getting engaged today?"Mrs. Jones’ smile fades into a frown. "That’s exactly what I said," she replies with a hint of irritation. "Now, get back to work."Annabel nods absently, turning back to her task, but the news
Annabel stuttered, struggling to form words, but nothing came out of her mouth."Are you okay?" Mrs. Torres asked, irritation evident in her voice. She crossed her arms, her sharp gaze cutting into Annabel. "I asked you a simple question—why are you dressed that way?" Her tone grew harsher, laced with anger."Ma’am, I’m dressed this way because—""Because I took her to a party," Andrew interrupted, stepping forward smoothly. His voice was calm, confident, but his mother’s expression didn’t soften. "Mom, I brought Annabel with me because I needed an assistant by my side."Mrs. Torres narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him as if she could see right through his excuse. "You could have taken a security guard," she pointed out, her gaze flickering back to Annabel, who shifted uncomfortably. "If something bad had happened, Annabel wouldn't have been much help."Annabel swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mrs. Torres' stare."You know what? I don't want to stress over this," Mrs. Torres final
Annabel’s heart pounded wildly, faster than normal. Fear gripped her as she watched Albert's reaction. He had just walked in on her kissing Andrew. But while she was panicking, Andrew remained unnervingly calm, as if the situation didn’t faze him at all.“Is no one going to say something?” Albert’s voice was sharp, his anger cutting through the thick tension in the air.Andrew shrugged. “What’s there to say? You caught us kissing. It is what it is.”Annabel’s eyes widened in horror. What is he doing?Albert scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Oh, so you mean to tell me this has been going on for a while? You two have been having an affair this whole time?”“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!” Annabel’s voice trembled as she took a step toward Albert, her hands shaking. “This just happened, I swear! It’s never happened before!”But the words felt empty, even to her. She wanted to run—to disappear. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her. The weight of Albert’s gaze, his anger
The sound of shattering glass filled the room, a lady squatted down to pick the broken pieces of the glass.The sharp mouth of the glass pierced through her finger as blood immediately oozed out of the finger.“Just look at what you did Annabel,you broke my favourite vase.You are just good for nothing like your useless mother”A lady who appears to be her aunt reprimanded from behind.“Please don’t talk about my mother like that”Annabel pleaded heavenly at the verge of crying.“Oh shut up,she is the reason for my brother’s death!”Her Aunt barks at her as Annabel gazes down.“If only he didn’t marry that whore of a woman that gave birth to a worthless disgusting person like you he would have still been alive”Her Aunt added remarking rudely.“My mother is not a whore”Annabel finally voices out, unable to hear any bad things about her mother.“How dare you talk back at me Annabel!”she grabbed her by the wrist tightly,she pulled her up and landed her a tight slap.Annabel couldn’t control t...
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