The Housemaid: An absolutely addictive psychological thriller with a jaw-dropping twist

It’s simple. If you want to get out of the room, all you have to do is pull out one of your teeth.”

I watch Andrew’s face on the screen. His lips pull into a grimace and he throws the pliers on the floor. “You’re joking. There’s no way. I’m not doing that.”

“Relax,” I say. “I’m going to let you out.”

“Good.”

“Just not yet.”

“Millie…” he growls. “I did exactly what you said. Three hours.”

“Three hours?” I raise my eyebrows even though he can’t see them. “I’m sorry if you heard three hours. I actually said five hours. So I’m afraid you’re going to have to start over.”

now that I’ve survived—it turns out I’m not dead inside after all.

So yes, I slept with my married boss.

I’m so used to it, but I love seeing it through your eyes.”

At the touch of his palm against mine, a sensation shoots through me like a lightning bolt. It’s something I’ve never felt before

I want to give you and me a real try.

Millie,” he whispers.

And then he kisses me.

And God help me, I kiss him back.

“I know, but…”

“You don’t trust me?”

I don’t trust me. That’s the bigger problem.

I had expected at this point, he would grin at me, scoop me off my feet, and carry me up to the attic, where he would ravish me for hours.