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
It had been weeks since the incident with Annabel and the brothers. Since that night, Annabel had done everything in her power to avoid them. She followed Juliet’s advice to the letter: don’t get involved, just focus on the job. For now, she had nowhere else to go, and she needed the shelter the mansion provided—even if it meant enduring their presence. Andrew made several attempts to speak with her, but Annabel never gave him the chance. She kept her distance, her voice cold whenever he came close. He started to wonder if her silence had something to do with him being with Esme. Desperate for answers, he confronted Esme about that night. She’d given him a casual shrug and said, “We got drunk. We slept. That’s all.” But Andrew didn’t believe her. Not fully. Still, he didn’t press further. “Esme still hasn’t told you anything?” Albert asked, stepping into Andrew’s office. He leaned on the edge of the desk, watching his brother intently. Andrew just shook his head, eyes fixed
The next morning, Annabel stirred, her head pounding. A groan escaped her lips as she squinted against the light, her vision blurry. Everything around her spun for a moment before the room finally came into focus. “Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and dry. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings—and then felt a hand rest gently on her arm. She flinched. Her head snapped to the side. Andrew. Her breath hitched. Her heart pounded against her ribs as panic rose inside her. She shoved her hair back with trembling hands. Her gaze dropped to herself—bare skin, no clothes. Her stomach sank. She was completely naked. Air caught in her throat. Her lungs refused to work. Her chest tightened. No, no, no… Before she could even piece together the nightmare she had woken into, another hand touched her. Albert. Her scream nearly broke free—but she swallowed it down, eyes flying to her other side. Albert lay beside her. Naked. Just like Andrew. H
“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