My mind went blank as I felt his lips move against mine. It was a soft and tender kiss, yet at the same time, it was filled with so much passion and longing. I felt my legs go weak, like cotton, and I couldn't believe what was happening.As Christopher pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a knowing smile. He knew exactly how he had affected me, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He spoke softly, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, "Why did you run away when you saw me?" He asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face."Was it because of that Christmas tree incident?"A deep shade of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I covered my face, unable to make eye contact. Nervously, I nodded, murmuring, "Yes, I was embarrassed... and confused."A warm smile tugged at Christopher's lips, his eyes twinkling with affection.He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.Sum
Little-angel POVAs Doctor Smith guided me further into the lab, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of trepidation. Beakers of bubbling liquids, unknown instruments, and peculiar contraptions adorned the various lab benches, filling me with a mixture of curiosity and fear.The white-coated scientists scurried around in a hushed frenzy, as if performing some clandestine experiment. Their probing eyes met mine briefly, but quickly averted as if they held secrets they were determined to keep. Doctor Smith led me through a maze of corridors, each turn intensifying the knot of confusion that formed in my stomach.As we arrived at a closed door, Doctor Smith turned to face me, his eyes holding a flicker of concern. "Little-angel," he began, his voice laced with uncertainty, "we are about to conduct an experimental procedure. It may be disorienting, but trust me, it's for your own good." His words offered no solace, leaving me even more bewildered.Without waiting for my response, he s
I found myself seeking consolation in the reassuring presence of my close friend Sandy when I was dejected, broken, and disappointed. I needed her understanding and wisdom. My tear-stained face caught Sandy's eye as I walked into her room. She ran over and tightly embraced me, her expression showing concern.I struggled to say "Sandy," sobbing uncontrollably, unable to express the depth of my feelings. As I cried on, my pain seeming too much to bear, her sincere concern grew. I cried quietly because I couldn't think of the right words to use and it seemed to make my misery sound worse.Sandy softly held me as she led me to sit on her comfortable bed, her speech laced with compassion as she did her best to lessen my suffering. "Angie, what's wrong? Why do you feel such pain?" With anxiety in her eyes, she enquired.I was so overwhelmed that I had trouble speaking clearly as uncontrollable tears fell down my face. I felt even more helpless because it was difficult for me to respond cohe
As my eyes met Oliver's perfectly groomed appearance, my heart sank. His cold and imposing presence only intensified my nervousness. Stepping out of the car, he exuded an air of dread, commanding attention of everyone as he gracefully approached the entrance."Wow, he's so young, only around 23," I whispered to myself, surprised by his age. It seemed as though James had rushed us to fix the house, and I had mistakenly assumed Oliver to be much older. He gracefully approached the entrance, his youthful face belying the aura of authority that radiated from him. I stood beside Avery, both of us slightly hunched as we waited for Oliver's approach.As Oliver drew closer, James bent slightly in respect, his voice oozing politeness as he greeted him. "Welcome, Mr. Oliver. We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was comfortable?"I had a lump in my throat, hindering my ability to speak, and I coughed nervously. The sound seemed to catch Oliver's attention, and he cast a severe and col
Fear gripped me as I stood outside Mr. Oliver's door, my heart racing with anticipation of what awaited me on the other side. Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to knock on the door, my trembling hand barely making contact with the wood.To my surprise, Mr. Oliver's cold voice invited me in, and I cautiously entered the room. There he sat, hunched over a laptop, his icy gaze fixed on the screen. The table stood in stark contrast, empty save for a vacant space where I placed his desired cup of coffee. As I nervously began pouring the liquid from the jug, my hands betrayed my anxiety, causing droplets to splash onto the porcelain.His eyes, like piercing emeralds, bore into my soul, and I could practically feel his disdain emanating from him. "I know you're not what you pretend to be," he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. "I despise people like you, trying to put on a façade. It's pathetic." His words hit me like a slap to the face, and my anxiety intensified.As I lowere
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
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