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
Albert, feeling the weight of the situation, desperately searched for the right words to extricate himself."Ohh, your housekeeper, right?" Tracy asked, seeking confirmation of her assumption."Yes, my housekeeper," Albert stuttered, his words stumbling out. "She always makes mistakes with my breakfast, and that's why I called her name," he explained, feeling awkward.Tracy smiled and said, "That's alright then. No crabs for you, I suppose." However, Albert couldn't shake off a sense of discomfort at Tracy's response."Doesn't it bother you that I called you someone else?" he asked, attempting to understand her reaction."It was a mistake, and I understand," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. "What do you think about steaks, then?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation."That would be fine," Albert replied, grateful for the change of subject."Alright, then," she said. Tracy promptly informed the waiter of their order, and within a few minutes, their food arrived. As t
Annabel's POV:As I listened to my friend excitedly suggest double dates with our husbands, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. Personal space seemed to be a foreign concept to her. Did I look like someone who would enjoy spending my free time with others, especially if I had a husband?"Thanks for the kind gestures, but I don't think I would love to spend my free time with someone other than my husband," I politely declined her offer, wearing a smile on my face."That's too bad then. We would have had a lot of fun," she responded, sounding a little disappointed with my reply."Maybe next time," I said, trying to lift her spirits a bit. She gave me a slight smile in return.Leaving the kitchen, I made my way back to my room, still holding the money in my hands. As I stared at it, I couldn't help but think of how proud my parents would be that I had earned my first paycheck, all thanks to Juliet. Speaking of Juliet, I should give her a call to let her know about my day off so w
"There will be a promotion," Annabel exclaimed excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation."Anna, what the hell! For a moment, I was scared it was something really serious," Juliet said, a mixture of relief and slight annoyance evident in her voice."It is something serious," Annabel replied, feeling a tinge of disappointment at Juliet's reaction to the news."I knew about the promotion already, I just never really said anything about it," Juliet admitted, noticing the disappointment on Annabel's face.Annabel's smile returned, albeit slightly subdued. "I'm just a little excited about it, and that means I'll have to put in even more effort.""That's the spirit, Anna! You'll be able to save up enough money from it," Juliet encouraged, her eyes filled with genuine support."That's the plan, and when I do, I'll quit and start my very own café," Annabel excitedly declared, her dream taking shape in her mind."That sounds like a fantastic plan, and I'll always be here to give you my un
The revelation about Annabel's alleged marriage left Andrew in a state of confusion. He found himself questioning everything, unsure of what to believe anymore. Determined to uncover the truth, he made a decision to clandestinely follow Annabel wherever she went, hoping to confirm his recent discovery.Unbeknownst to Annabel, she had an unexpected companion on this particular day. Andrew discreetly trailed behind her, keeping a watchful eye on her every move. "I will get to the bottom of this today," he muttered to himself, his determination unwavering.Annabel, blissfully unaware of Andrew's presence, was excited to spend the day indulging in her own company. However, little did she know that someone was shadowing her steps, observing her every move.She decided to visit Vanity Fare, a place she had always wanted to go. It held sentimental value for her, as she used to frequent it with her mother during their rare moments together. Annabel arrived at the amusement park, ready to imme
Andrew's POVI knew I had to intervene before things spiraled out of control. Annabel was clearly intoxicated, her judgment impaired, and it was never my style to take advantage of someone in that state."Why did you stop? I really like it," she whined, her words slurring."You're drunk, Annabel, and you need to get home now," I said firmly, my tone commanding."No, I don't want to go home. This is my day off, and I choose to have as much fun as possible," she insisted, her words a jumbled mess. Despite her drunken state, I couldn't help but find her cute in a vulnerable sort of way."Stand still. You're going to hurt yourself," I said, reaching out to steady her as she teetered dangerously."Oops, sorry," she giggled without any apparent reason. "I want to tell you something," she added, moving closer to me. Intrigued, I braced myself for whatever foolishness she was about to utter, given her level of intoxication."What do you want to say?" I asked, genuinely curious."Just come clo
Annabel's heart was still fluttering as she touched her lips, unable to believe that she had shared her first kiss with a complete stranger. "What were you thinking, Anna?" she scolded herself, lightly tapping her head with embarrassment. The worst part was that she had no recollection of who had kissed her. She tried to recall the moment, but all that came to her was a painful headache. It was hard to believe that her first kiss had been with someone unknown to her. Nevertheless, she decided to set aside her confusion for the time being and focus on her work.As Annabel diligently went about her duties, she couldn't help but notice the strange glares coming from Mrs. Jones, one of the other staff members. Tempted to ask her why she was staring, Annabel thought better of it and decided to concentrate on her tasks instead.Just then, Mrs. Torres entered the kitchen, catching everyone's attention. "Mrs. Jones!" called the ma'am, addressing her with authority."Yes, ma'am," Mrs. Jones pr
Annabel found herself standing in place, an unshakable stillness gripping her as a sea of thoughts surged within her mind, rendering her momentarily mute.Across the ornate dining table, Tracy's expression took on a sly curve as she delicately sliced into a piece of meat on her fine china plate. Her voice sliced through the tense atmosphere. "What's troubling you, Annabel?" Tracy inquired, struggling to cut the meat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Annabel, who was visibly perplexed.Attempting to regain her composure, Annabel stood up straight, determined not to let her voice falter. "Uh, nothing," she stammered, her attempt to sound collected.Tracy leaned in, her gaze drilling into Annabel's eyes as she repeated her question. "Then answer me this – shouldn't you be wearing your wedding ring?"Andrew's sharp, piercing eyes remained fixed on Annabel. He couldn't help but notice her discomfort, and he muttered a curse under his breath, aimed squarely at Tracy
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