The Housemaid Is the Enemy

"This is madness," Isabella whispered, her voice barely a breath. But her body betrayed her words, leaning into his touch, craving the warmth of his skin against hers. Robert's lips curved into a smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Madness," he agreed, his voice a low rumble. "But oh, what glorious madness."

The heavy oak door swung inward, revealing a woman who was the embodiment of refined elegance. Katherine Bennett, with her perfectly coiffed blonde hair and impeccable designer dress, exuded an air of effortless grace that belied the unease swirling beneath the surface. "Miss Evelyn, I presume?" she inquired, her voice a melodic blend of warmth and formality. "Yes, Mrs. Bennett," I replied, offering a practiced smile. "Thank you so much for seeing me at such short notice."

As he downed the rest of his scotch, I sensed a shift in his demeanor. The suspicion in his eyes gave way to a desperate plea for reassurance.
"Evelyn," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "Have you heard any... rumors lately? About the company, I mean."
I met his gaze, my expression carefully neutral. "Rumors, sir?" I echoed, feigning ignorance. "What kind of rumors?"

''A standalone read so addictive, you'll lose sleep devouring every twist and turn until the shocking climax.''