Be careful who you welcome into your home. Not every househelp came to serve. THE HOUSEHELP’S SECRET – Episode 2 By 5 a.m., Ada was already sweeping the compound. She moved silently, her bare feet making no sound against the cold concrete. She knew someone was watching — she could feel it — but she didn’t turn. She had learned long ago: Don’t reveal what you know. From behind the curtain upstairs, Nkem, the only daughter of Madam Eze, was watching. 13 years old and curious beyond her age, Nkem whispered to herself, “This new girl is different…” Later that morning, Ada was in the kitchen helping Mama Peace with breakfast. She moved like someone who had done this a thousand times. Every chop of the onion, every stir of the pot — quiet and focused. “Are you sure you haven’t worked in a hotel before?” Mama Peace asked, suspiciously. Ada smiled softly. “No ma.” Mama Peace eyed her again. There was no pride in the girl, but there was a calmness that felt… too mature. At breakfast, Mr. Eze joined the table. He had just returned from a business trip the night before and hadn’t met Ada yet. When she walked in with the tray of food, their eyes met — and something shifted in his expression. He froze. Ada quickly lowered her gaze and greeted, “Good morning sir.” He didn’t answer immediately. Then, with a forced smile, he nodded. “Morning.” Madam Eze noticed. She watched him carefully. After Ada left, she asked, “You know her?” He shook his head too quickly. “No. Why?” “You were staring.” Mr. Eze sipped his tea and cleared his throat. “I was just thinking. She reminds me of someone.” Later that evening, as Ada mopped the living room, she paused by the family bookshelf. Her eyes scanned through titles — books, photo albums, old journals… She saw a photo half-tucked behind a book. She pulled it out slowly. It was a picture of a baby wrapped in a blue shawl — the same one from the golden frame in the living room. But this one was different. There was another woman in this photo. And it wasn’t Madam Eze. Ada’s hand trembled slightly as she looked at the woman’s face. She turned the photo over. A date was written there. And three initials. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Behind her, a shadow appeared. Nkem was watching from the corridor. “Who is that woman?” the girl asked innocently. Ada quickly hid the photo back behind the book. “No one.” But Nkem’s eyes narrowed. “You’re hiding something.” Ada looked at her and whispered, “And so are your parents.” What do you think is going on between Ada and Mr. Eze? Why did Ada cry when she saw the photo? Should Nkem start investigating? Drop your thoughts in the comments. Let’s talk. Episode 3 will shock you! Written by Queen Novo ✍️✍️✍️ #queennovo #storytelling #Storytime #family #househelpstory #viralpost #SuspenseSeries #africanstories

Be careful who you welcome into your home… not every househelp came to serve.” THE HOUSEHELP’S SECRET Episode 1 – The Girl at the Gate The sun was already dipping when the security man walked into the living room and cleared his throat. “Madam… the new girl don come.” Madam Eze didn’t even look up from her phone. “Tell her to wait.” She was irritated. She had gone through three househelps in six months. One stole her gold chain. Another broke a bottle and lied. The last one… well, the girl got pregnant and claimed the father was her husband’s younger brother. Total madness. She was done with nonsense. “Bring her in,” she finally said. A minute later, a slim, dark-skinned girl walked in. She was about 19, with neatly plaited hair and eyes that looked down, never meeting anyone's gaze. Her wrapper was faded, her blouse plain. But there was something strange about her presence — something quiet but strong. “What’s your name?” Madam Eze asked, sizing her up. “Ada, ma.” “You’ve worked before?” “Yes ma. For two years in Owerri.” Madam Eze folded her arms. “Why did you leave?” Ada hesitated. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the handle of her small bag. “They… relocated,” she said simply. Madam Eze eyed her closely. Something in that answer didn’t sit right, but she shrugged it off. “You’ll start tomorrow. Nkem is my only daughter. You do anything funny around her, I’ll send you to the village myself. Are we clear?” “Yes ma.” “Good. Go to the boys’ quarters. You’ll meet Mama Peace there. She’ll show you around.” As Ada turned to leave, her eyes swept briefly across the living room — the golden frames, the family pictures, the expensive couches — then rested for a second on a photo of Madam Eze holding a newborn baby. Her eyes softened. She looked away quickly, but not before Madam Eze noticed. “You know that baby?” the madam asked, suspicious. Ada blinked. “No ma.” “Hmm.” Ada left quietly. As she stepped out into the evening breeze, she whispered under her breath. “God, you’ve brought me this far… don’t let me fail.” Inside the house, Madam Eze shivered suddenly. She didn’t know why. But something about that girl… didn’t feel right. And deep in her heart, she had a strange feeling: This girl was not just a househelp. > What do you think Ada is hiding? Should Madam Eze have trusted her? Drop your thoughts in the comments… Episode 2 drops tomorrow! Like, share n drop a comment. Follow Queen Novo for more interesting stories. #househelpstory #AfricanStories #SuspenseSeries #FamilySecrets #QueenNovo #storytime #storytelling #viralpost2025シ