Oliver lay sprawled on the garden, and when he stood up, fury consumed his features. His gaze fell upon me as I knelt down, and without a moment's hesitation, he blamed me for his fall. "It was you! You were behind this, weren't you? You're fired!" he bellowed, red-faced and seething with anger.My heart sank at his accusatory tone, but before I could defend myself, Sandy appeared, rushing to my aid. With a worried expression on her face, she interjected, "Wait, Oliver. Please, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. I left my room's door open, and Coco took that opportunity to escape. She wad only trying to stop him, not make you fall."Mr. Miller, who had been watching the scene unfold silently until now, spoke up with a stern voice, attempting to alleviate the tension. "Calm down, Oliver. Accidents happen, and it seems this was just an unfortunate incident."His words did little to quell Oliver's rage, who continued to fire accusations in my direction. No matter how much I tried to expla
Oliver's intense gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. My heart pounded in my chest, almost deafening in its rhythm. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, fearful of what Oliver might do or say next."I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," he stated sternly, emphasizing each word. "We take security very seriously in this house."I nervously replied, "I assure you, Mr. Oliver, I have never done anything to compromise the safety of this household."Just as I finished speaking, Christopher, interfered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Oliver, give her a break. I've known her for a while now, and she's just a housekeeper. Not worth your time or attention."Oliver's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as they met Christopher's. The hall filled with tension, and it seemed as if the air had thickened.Coldly, Oliver responded to Christopher, "I appreciate your concern, but this is a matter I will handle myself."Christopher's smirk gr
As James hurried away, Willow, always quick to revel in others' misfortune, approached me with a smirk. "Little-angel," she sneered, "I'm pretty sure it's your last day in this house. Mrs. Oliver always finds a 'great solution' when she fires a housekeeper." Her laughter echoed in the hallway, adding to my anxiety.Before she turned to leave, Willow couldn't resist one last jab. With a mocking laugh, she threw ," I wish for you a bad luck!"Silently, I gathered my composure and made my way to Mr. Oliver's room, hoping Willow was wrong. The hallway felt longer than usual, and each step was like a burden. I knocked on the door." Come in!" He ordered , his voice cold.When I walked into the room, Mr. Oliver was still seated in the same chair. I walked up to him carrying the cup and jug, my hands shaking.With my voice scarcely heard, I stumbled, "Please, sir, your coffee."She remained focused his visage unflappable. The room felt suffocating. I tried to speak again, hoping to break thr
" Oh, no! This can't be good!" My heart raced as I anticipated how this unexpected encounter would unfold.To my surprise, Oliver didn't remove his hands from my shoulders or back away from our close proximity, even in Christopher's presence. Christopher wasted no time in addressing the situation. His voice carried a hint of affront as he remarked," Well, well, well, Oliver. It's truly amazing how people can change overnight, is not it ?Yesterday, you were ready to devour our dear friend here, and today you're making sweet eyes at the housekeeper. How foolish you must feel."I stood there in shock, not knowing where to put myself amidst the brewing tension. Oliver, undeterred, shot back at Christopher, his voice defiant."I do not watch what your opinion is, Christopher. I do not have to regard to you for my conduct."Christopher's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You may not care now, Oliver, but mark my words, one day you'll have to answer for your arroganc
32 As I walked into the room, Oliver's stern expression incontinently caught my attention, transferring a bitedown my chine. He fixed his gaze on me and spoke with a firm tone, expressing his dissatisfaction," Youtook quite a while to show up."Feeling anxious and afraid of disappointing him, I cautiously moved closer, desperately searching for the right words to apologize."Mr. Oliver, I deeply apologize for my tardiness," I stammered anxiously.Oliver's tight expression suddenly transformed into a warm, captivating smile, revealing a set of gleaming, pearly white teeth that could easily dazzle anyone. I set up myself shortly stunned by thestriking change in his address. It was the second time I had ever seen him smile, and it caught me off guard.I also could not shake the feeling that when he was not smiling, he bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Miller. "It's alright," he replied in a soothing tone." As long as it's you, it does not count." I blinked, utterly taken aback b
little angel POVI gave Sandy a puzzled look, questioning why it was only me. "Why does they always insist that I serve them? What's the deal with these guys' obsession with coffee?"James rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. "It's tea, not coffee!" he snapped. "Mr. Christopher simply has his preferences, and it's not for us to question them."Sandy couldn't contain herself any longer and burst into laughter once again. "Oh, come on, James! Lighten up! It's just a cup of tea."James's stern expression softened slightly, realizing that perhaps he had overreacted. "Well, it's not just a cup of tea," he muttered, almost to himself. "But, I guess you're right. I'll let Mr. Christopher know you'll be on your way."After James left, Sandy playfully nudged me and gave me a fake smile. "Hurry up, we don't want to upset Mr. Christopher," she said teasingly. I laughed and made my way downstairs to prepare the cup for him.As I walked, thoughts started to swirl in my head. Christo
christopher POVThree days earlier,On that particular day, Joe's parents were nowhere to be found, which meant it was just Joe, Peter, and me gathered in front of the TV, engrossed in our favorite video game, The Ultimate Formula 1 Speeder. The competition was fierce, but once again, I emerged victorious. Joe couldn't hide his frustration as he exclaimed, "Seriously? That's the 27th time I've lost to you today! You're unbeatable!"Grinning, I patted him on the back. "Hey, don't worry about it. You'll get better with time. Besides, it's all in good fun." Peter, always the peacekeeper, chimed in, "Guys, let's not make a big deal out of it. We're here to have a good time."As we took a brief break from the game, Joe's curiosity got the better of him. "So, tell me, what's going on with your cousin Oliver? Anything exciting happening?" I leaned back and sighed, "Oliver's visit has made things quite tense at home. We're dealing with another one of those serious family affairs." Peter, ever
I couldn't bloody stop thinking about Little-angel all night long! The way our eyes met that day we first locked gazes, it was like something drew us towards one another. But then again, I also felt a great deal of anger simmering inside of me because she nearly caused me to have a full-blown accident with my brand new Lexus!That day, after another fight with Daisy, since our relationship was just problems , fucking and reconciliation , I returned home to find Little-angel there in my house. I was shocked and worried because I knew she would bring trouble. So, as I lay in bed utterly exhausted and drained, my alarm clock blasted my ears at 8 AM leaving me feeling groggy and forced into the day."Holy shit!" I exclaimed. I groaned before sending my hand and turning it off annoyed, it was already 8 am and I had hardly slept a wink. Tired, I closed my eyes fatigue winning me completely. And I fell asleep, I opened my eyes again at noon and I left the room to get some fresh air To free
51Little-angel POVI laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness.In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.I watched in disbelief as they exchanged vows, their voices echoing through the empty halls. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you for all eternity," Christopher declared, his voice filled with a strange intensity."As do I," Daisy replied, her gaze piercing and inscrutable.The ceremony went on, the words flowing like an ominous melody. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The weight of those words crashed over me, while a co
51Little-angel POVI laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness.In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.I watched in disbelief as they exchanged vows, their voices echoing through the empty halls. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you for all eternity," Christopher declared, his voice filled with a strange intensity."As do I," Daisy replied, her gaze piercing and inscrutable.The ceremony went on, the words flowing like an ominous melody. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The weight of those words crashed over me, while a co
50Little-angel POVThinking quickly, Avery rushed over and attempted to salvage the dessert, only to find it was beyond saving. Frustration etched across her face, she turned to me, anger evident in her eyes."How could you have made such a mistake? How could you leave the dessert outside the fridge?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disappointment."But... But... I put in the fridge." I stuttered confused . "How is that possible? You didn't leave the dessert out of the fridge, did you?" Avery exploded in anger.I was taken aback by Avery's sudden anger, feeling confused and hurt. "I... I'm sure I put it in the fridge before I joined you in the dining room," I stammered, desperately trying to defend myself.Avery's frustration grew, and she couldn't understand how the dessert ended up back in the same spot she had left it. "So, what? Did it magically find its way out? Is that what you're saying?" she scoffed, her tone filled with disbelief.Feeling accused and unsure how to exp
49Little angel POVWhen Avery returned to the kitchen, her expression changed. Frustration lined her face as she surveyed the lack of progress. "Little-angel, what's going on here?" she asked sternly. "We don't have much time, and we can't afford to make mistakes. Do you really want us to be fired?"I quickly realized my mistake and apologized, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, Avery. I got distracted. It won't happen again," I promised.Avery sighed, her frustration easing slightly. "Listen, I've been working in this house for many years, and believe me, there have been situations between Mr. and Ms. Miller that were worse and more embarrassing than what you've experienced with Mr. Oliver and Mr. Christopher," she said, her voice filled with wisdom. "You need to pull yourself together. We can't let our personal troubles affect our work."Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but nod, determined to do better. With renewed focus and determination, we quickly
48Little-angel POV.At that precise moment, there was a knock on the door, and I quickly jumped from the bed, eager to see who it was. James stood at the entrance, his face stern and disapproving. "What are you doing here?" he scolded me. "Avery is almost done, and you're still in bed!" I tried to explain, "I have a small headache, James. I was just resting to recover."He shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "That's not the point. Mr. Christopher is receiving a guest, and he insisted that you be available for service. I highly doubt he will understand your headache excuse." He said then turned and leave.Feeling a mix of frustration and exhaustion, I let out an exasperated sigh. Sandy squeezed my hand in support as I made the decision to leave her alone in my room and join Avery in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I couldn't help but wonder who this famous guest of Christopher's could be. The curiosity gnawed at me.Entering the kitchen, I found Avery busy with her tasks. She l
47Little-angel POVAs I stood there in my dress, the door suddenly swung open. I immediately recognized Sandy's face, and it was clear that she was troubled. She hurried in and with an exasperated sigh she casually zipped up the back of my dress, struggling to find the right words. "I can't believe the plan failed," she finally muttered. " I just don't get it! How did the plan fail? I talk to Christopher, and he is still furious. But don't worry, he'll get over it, let's just give him some time."Confused, I questioned her, "But Sandy, how did you even manage to face Christopher directly after everything? How did you just look into his eyes?" I asked curious. "I mean, it's quite embarrassing, considering you're the one who came up with this ridiculous prank. Honestly, I knew it was going to turn into a disaster, but I followed your lead because I trusted you.Sandy, now visibly irritated, snapped back at me, "Stop placing all the blame on me just because it didn't work out! You're no
46Little-angel POV I felt my heart pounding harder and harder, the sound echoing in my ears."I... I..." I stuttered, my mind racing to find the right words. But before I could gather my thoughts, Christopher, with an air of arrogance, interjected, "Don't worry, Oliver. I'll handle this." He crossed his feet and settled comfortably in the chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. My embarrassment intensified, knowing that Christopher was about to take control of the situation."Little-angel here has decided not to leave with you," Christopher declared, his tone dripping with superiority. Oliver, still trying to process the information, responded, "I already knew that. What does it have to do with you?" Frustration etched itself on Oliver's face, his words laced with a hint of irritation.Christopher turned to me, surprise evident in his eyes. "When did you tell me about this change of mind? And why?" he inquired, his voice sharp with curiosity. My stomach churned, and beads of sweat
45Little-angel POVAs we anxiously waited for Christopher's return, I found myself fidgeting nervously in my seat in the secluded garden where Sandy and I were hiding. Sandy, on the other hand, sat calmly, a sly smile playing on her lips as she glanced at me.Minutes felt like hours, and finally, Christopher's car pulled through the gate, indicating his arrival. My heart raced with anticipation. Would the plan we had concocted work?Sandy couldn't contain her excitement, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "He's here, Angie, he's finally here! Just wait for him to go to his room, and then you follow him."But doubts lingered in my mind, weighing heavily on my conscience. "Sandy, I'm starting to think this is getting out of hand. We should really consider coming clean."Sandy locked eyes with me, her expression softening. "Please, just trust me, alright? We've come this far, and I promise everything will work out."Her words held a glimmer of hope, and though reluctant, I nodded, willing
44Little angel POV As I stepped into the hallway, I found myself questioning where I found the courage to assume such a big lie. But then, I remembered how disappointed Christopher had seemed when I thought he was begging me, and fear crept in. What if he had just said those words to save face and not appear weak in front of me? The consequences of that lie began to weigh heavily on my mind, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Nothing significant would come out of it anyway. He said he wasn't serious when he was supposedly begging me, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it. It was all going too far.Taking a deep breath, I wiped away my tears, determined to find solace and support in Sandy. I made my way to her room without bothering to knock, my emotions still running high. As I entered, I found her wrapped in a cozy blanket, fully engrossed in her favorite werewolf series, "Moonlight's Embrace." The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering s