Albert’s eyes widened immediately on hearing those words from Annabel’s mouth but he immediately recovered.“I… had… no idea,”He stammers nervously.“I mean,”Albert cleared his throat,Annabel wondered why he was nervous. “I wasn’t expecting her to come here,”He admits with an awkward smile.“Oh! That’s why you were surprised that she came” Annabel sheepishly smiled.“Exactly!”Albert nodded, agreeing with her.“So what did she say she wanted?” He asks, raising one of his eyebrows.“She didn’t really say anything, she told me she was your fiancé and left”Annabel uttered with a bright smile on her face.“If I may ask, what are you smiling about?”Albert suspiciously asked, noticing the printed smile on her lips.“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was smiling that much”Annabel immediately bowed her head.“It’s no problem,”Albert chuckles, making Annabel feel a bit embarrassed.“I just wanted to know what you were smiling about,” he added.“I… was… just.. happy”Annabel admits stuttering a bit.
Andrew halts at his tracks when realisation hits him,how will he explain that a maid is sleeping on his bed.He decided not to reply to the knock and decided that the person would leave if he didn't reply. The knock grew stronger and he had no choice but to go check who was at the door.“Are you trying to bring my door down!” He yells when he opens the door.“I’m so sorry Sir, please forgive me” Mrs jones apologised with a terrified tone.“What are you doing here?” He asks with annoyance.“I just wanted to know where Annabel is, she has been gone for a long time now”She blurted out.“You don’t need to worry, she is with me,”Andrew’s words made Mrs Jones' eyes widened in shock. “I meant… she has a job to do for me”Andrew quickly uttered, noticing her shock expression.“Oh! I thought she missed her way or something.I will get back to work then”Mrs Jones admits with an awkward smile, Andrew nods before shutting the door.‘This wouldn’t turn out good, I can feel it’ Mrs jones whispers t
The shock is evident in Juliet’s voice, her mom is the last person she ever expected to be here.“So this is what you do now!”Her mother's tone was filled with disgust.“Mom, please let us not do this here” Juliet pleaded.“The last time I checked, I am not your mother”She uttered with venom in her tongue. Those words pierced into Juliet’s heart, she could feel a burning pain in her chest.“You don’t have to remind me”Juliet bites her lips, preventing tears from rolling down her cheeks.“You had a good life, but you threw it all out because of your stubbornness”Her mother speaks with a disappointed tone.“Why are you here?”Juliet blurted out, trying to change the topic.“Why do you think I am here?”She questioned her back,Juliet was confused.“You know how embarrassing it was for your dad and I when our colleagues told us that they saw our daughter working as a waitress in some low place”Her eyes wandered the restaurant with disgust.“So you came here because your ego was hurt”Juliet
Annabel was standing in front of him, the confusion in Alberts face was evident. He has no idea what Annabel is doing here.“I’m so sorry sir. I know I shouldn't be here but I just can’t help it”Annabel uttered, giving him a seductive smile. Albert still has no idea what was going on.Before he could say a thing, Annabel made her way into his room causing him to lean backwards.She immediately shut the door in front of her with a smirk on her face, she turned to look at him for a second and she walked towards him.“What…is… going.. on.. here,” he stuttered as he leaned backwards “you shouldn’t be in here, my fiancé will be here any moment from now” he added.“We can make it as quick as possible”She walked closer to him, he leaned his back on the wall meaning there wasn’t any way for him out.“I know you want me”She whispers in his ears causing him to shiver, his whole body was ignited because of her. His heart raised faster than normal and he couldn’t help it.His cock hardened and t
Annabel’s povI should knock since I am here already, but I can't help but feel nervous about this whole thing. Why does he want to see me? Did I do something wrong again? All these thoughts clouded my mind, I decided to muster the courage and knock on his door. I knocked gently on the door, receiving an immediate reply but what I saw as soon as the door was opened shocked me. A half naked girl stood in front of the door, giving me a weird stare. Did he call me in here to try and insult me? What the actual hell is this?“Who are you?” She asked glaring at me. I guess she is a dumb one, is she that blind that she couldn’t see my uniform.“I am the new housekeeper” I answered , rolling my eyes. “What do you want?” She rudely asks, i want to smash your head on the wall, that is exactly what I wanted.“I got a call that Sir Andrew wanted to see me” I remotely answered.“Whatever i don’t care” she shut the door on my face. What a rude bastard, how dare she do that to me. I stood in fron
"What is your problem!" Mrs. Torres yelled, her voice laced with a hint of fear as she stared at the shattered bottle. Annabel quickly bent down to pick up the broken pieces, avoiding any eye contact with her boss and the visitor who had caused the commotion."I would advise you to fire her," the visitor told Mrs. Torres firmly."It was a mistake. It won't happen again," Annabel's voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze still fixed on the floor."Clean this up and leave immediately!" Mrs. Torres shouted. Annabel gathered the remaining shards of the bottle she could find, her eyes still averted. "Call Mrs. Jones," Mrs. Torres instructed, her voice echoing through the room for Annabel to hear.Annabel's POVWhat the fuck is happening? My so-called aunt is here. What does she want from me? Fear grips me as I suddenly realize that I might be exposed soon, caught in my web of lies. I knew I shouldn't have taken this job, and now I'll be fired the moment my truth is discovered. I despise this
"You should leave now," Andrew ordered the stripper, his voice filled with a mix of annoyance and urgency. The stripper, whose name he didn't even bother to learn, felt a pang of reluctance. She had hoped to spend a little more time with Andrew, as she sensed his initial enjoyment."Did you hear what I said? I want you to leave," he yelled, his tone growing louder and more intimidating. The stripper's body tensed, and fear crept into her eyes. She realised that her time with Andrew had come to an abrupt end."I thought I did great. You seemed to be having the best time of your life just minutes ago," she said, attempting to regain control of the situation. Her voice carried a seductive smile, hoping to change his mind."All I wanted was to reach my climax, and now that I have, get the fuck out of here," Andrew cursed at her, his frustration and anger evident. With a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, the stripper reluctantly left the room, leaving Andrew alone with his thoughts.
Andrew's gaze fixed upon his brother, sensing the palpable tension enveloping the room. Determined to break through whatever thoughts plagued Albert, he spoke up, "Why are you looking like that? It's just the housekeeper."Albert snapped out of his reverie, his mind refocusing on the present. "You can come in," Andrew called out, granting permission for the housekeeper, Annabel, to enter.Upon hearing Andrew's approval, Annabel cautiously stepped into the room, her gaze lowered, avoiding direct eye contact with the brothers. "Madam asked me to call both of you for breakfast," she calmly stated, still avoiding their gaze."That's alright, we'll be down in a minute," Albert replied with a warm smile. "And there's no need for you to keep your gaze down when talking to us," he added, earning a sidelong glance from Andrew."It's okay if she wants to maintain her gaze down; it simply shows respect," Andrew said, chuckling softly as he observed Annabel, still with her eyes fixed on the floor
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
Annabel couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable as everyone’s eyes landed on her. She shifted in her dress, suddenly self-conscious, adjusting the fabric as if it could somehow shield her from their gazes. Tracy was the first to approach, her signature chameleon smile plastered across her face.“It’s so good to see you here,” Tracy said, pulling Annabel into an unexpected hug.Annabel rolled her eyes internally, not quite understanding why Tracy was suddenly being so friendly. But she didn’t complain—she just forced a polite smile and let it happen.“Come here,” Tracy added, taking Annabel’s hand and leading her straight into the center of attention.“I’m glad you made it,” Albert said warmly.Andrew, however, said nothing. He barely glanced at Annabel before quickly looking away, as if afraid she’d catch him staring.Everyone took their seats at the long table, and Annabel’s eyes widened at the sight of the extravagant feast before her. The variety of food was overwhelming, and
Albert’s POVAndrew is still not ready. My patience thins with every passing second as I check my watch again, exhaling sharply. The morning air is crisp, but irritation burns hotter under my skin. Finally, the door creaks open, and Andrew steps out, adjusting his cufflinks like he has all the time in the world. A wave of relief washes over me, quickly replaced by annoyance.“I told you to be early,” I say, my tone clipped, frustration lacing every word.He grins, unapologetic. “All I can say is that I’m sorry. No excuse.” He strides past me and slides into the car, leaving me to roll my eyes before getting in myself.Settling into my seat, I immediately pull out the documents, flipping through them with practiced efficiency. The low hum of the engine fills the space between us as I make last-minute adjustments, my focus narrowing in on the numbers and projections. The weight of the upcoming meeting presses down on me—this project is mine, and I won’t let anything jeopardize it.By th
Andrew’s POV My mind raced as I stared at Annabel, my throat tightening. What the hell do I even say to her? I hadn’t meant for this to happen—not like this. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve thought this through. But now? I was caught. And by the look in her eyes, she wasn’t about to let me off easy.“Annabel, listen to me,” I said, keeping my tone calm, but my voice felt tight in my throat. She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze sharp and expectant, waiting for me to speak. But the truth was, I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. “I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, breaking eye contact as guilt settled in my stomach.Her breath hitched, and when she spoke again, her voice was thick with disbelief. “You have to be kidding me right now. You did this, and now you have nothing to say?” Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. “You knew I wasn’t married this whole time?”“Not the whole time,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “But I figured it out not too long a