The Housemaid Is Watching (The Housemaid, #3)

by Freida McFadden

“Mom is kissing the house again!” a voice squeals from behind me. I quickly back away from the wall, although it’s not like my nine-year-old son caught me with a secret lover.

SON? IT BETTER BE ENZOS SON?!?

“Ada?” I call up the stairs. “Ada, can you come out here?” A few moments later, my eleven-year-old daughter pops her head into the stairwell so that I can see her thick, wavy black hair and dark, dark eyes peeking out at me.

THERS TWO OF THEM

my husband emerging from the truck with one of his friends who has agreed to help with the move.

Please be enzo

“Will you please be careful, Enzo?” I say. He looks up at me, and when he grins, I melt. Is that normal? Do other women who are married to somebody for over eleven years still get wobbly in the knees over them sometimes?

LETS GOO I LOVE HIM

Except the person at the window doesn’t wave back. Instead, the shutters suddenly snap closed and the silhouette disappears.

“Millie Accardi,”

I love that

She giggles and nods eagerly.

Stfu hes taken

But I trust my husband—he’s not going to cheat on me with the next-door neighbor.

He better not

Maybe there are things I don’t know about my husband, but I know for sure that he is a good man. He has proven that to me time and time again. And even if he weren’t, I still don’t think he would cheat on me. He wouldn’t dare. I am scared of you, Millie Accardi. And he should be.

Oh

“So,” Enzo says shortly, “my son sticks up for girl, and now he is in trouble?” “Mr. Accardi,” she says tightly. “Your son is in trouble for fighting on school grounds. The other boy is at the emergency room and might have a broken nose.”

Um good?

“Well, no. Not exactly. That was Suzette on the phone. The clients… they are friends of hers. She would like me to meet with them tomorrow.”

Suzette is pmo

Suzette turns out to be the person who was almost drowning. She’s clinging to Enzo’s neck as he heroically carries her out of the water.

Let her drown

“Maybe some seaweed,” the lifeguard suggests. “Yes,” Suzette says, although she doesn’t look convinced. I agree that it’s not clear how seaweed could pull someone under the water, but I’m not sure what another explanation could be.

Nico?

But it’s extremely hard to sleep when another woman’s perfume is tickling your nostrils.

Stop

Enzo is cheating on me.

Omg stop

A pair of dead eyes stare up at the ceiling, and a pool of blood spreads slowly across the living room floor. I recognize what I’m looking at immediately, and it takes everything I have not to collapse onto the floor. It’s Jonathan Lowell.

Excuse me omg omfg ok theory: enzo was helping suzette murder her husband not cheating on millie

“Please, Millie.” His voice breaks. “I need you to believe me. Is important. I did not do this.” “Okay,” I say. “I believe you.” “You swear?” “I swear,” I say softly. See? I can lie just as well as he can.

Stop

“Cecelia!” Enzo cries.

WINCHESTER???

“Gee, I didn’t realize you were so knowledgeable,” I retort. “Millie…” “Okay, so nobody breaks kneecaps. What’s better? What do you break when you want to get some deadbeat to pay back a loan, huh?” He’s quiet for a long time, looking down at his lap. Finally, in a low voice, he says, “Fingers.” Oh. My. God.

😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 u...whattttt

“I’m so sorry, Millie,” he says. “I was not honest with you. I am the one who killed Jonathan.”

EXCUSE MY FINEST PARDON TF???

He drops his eyes. “I am so sorry. I did it for us… for the insurance money. We were so broke and…”

I DON'T BELIEVE HIM HE'S COVERING FOR SOMEONE

He will almost certainly spend the rest of his life behind bars.

arhgh

“He didn’t though!” she cries. “I know he didn’t!” I try to put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs me away. “How do you know?” “Because,” my daughter says, “I was the one who killed him.”

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT IN THE LIVING POO POO SHANANIGINS WHAT IN THE JESUS CHRISTUS ON A UNICYCLE WITH A BOTTLE OF BUCKY JUST HAPPENED. excuse me but tf?

My name is Ada Accardi, and I am eleven years old.

Oo ok her pov interesing

I wanted to buy for my first day of school, but for some reason, my mom never, ever lets me wear white, so that’s how we ended up with this one.

I think we know why millie doesnt let her wear white...

Oh no, I really do sound like Mom. Great, I take after the boring parent. Just my luck.

excuse me do not insult ur mother like that millie is a diva

But before I have a chance to test that out, we get interrupted by a string of angry Italian words and then my dad’s voice booming out, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?”

I love enzo idc if he killed someone he is husband material what a diva

“Only if you have to, Ada,” he repeats. He touches an area to the right of his belly button. “You put the blade right in here. And then…” He jerks his wrist. “You twist.”

Father daughter bonding over how to murder one oh one <3

Especially in his Wayside School series. That might be my favorite series of all time, even more than Harry Potter.

Bold statement

“Don’t even think… telling anyone,” Mrs. Lowell is saying to Nico. “Don’t you dare… Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in?” And then Nico says in a tiny voice, “I won’t. I promise.” Was she… threatening him?

this. bitch

And then when I’m swimming under the water, I pass by her legs.

???????

“So that’s what I was doing when I went over there,” Nico explains to me. “I wasn’t doing chores. I was playing in the little room. And Mr. Lowell was watching from the camera.”

The paralels to the first book are insane

He recorded what was happening using a camera up on the ceiling, and he watched. But then one day, Nico needed the bathroom really badly, and he couldn’t get out of the room. He was banging on the door, and nobody would let him out. He was panicking. By the time Mr. Lowell finally opened the door, Nico had wet his pants.

it sounds like what happened to millie

Like the one in our own house, it looks like it pushes open, although there is a hole for a key. That keyhole makes me nervous. I remember the way Nico talked about trying to get out of the room, but he couldn’t because the door wouldn’t open. It hits me that if Mr. Lowell had locked him in the room and covered it with the bookcase, nobody would have known he was there. After all, Mom and Dad thought he stopped coming here to do chores.

These. Parallels.

But the strangest part of the room is what is in the far corner. It’s a bed.

Ok its more than just parallels now

“You heard me. If you bother me—or any other girls—ever again, I will castrate you in your sleep.”

Eleven year old girl btw

But now that I’m looking at myself in that blurry window, I realize as I’ve gotten older, my facial features have become a lot more similar to my mom’s. I never noticed it until this very moment. I look just like her. How funny.

you've become just like your mother thats why it's mentioned u look like her