My Maid's Family Took Over My Villa

In my past life, the maid Linda secretly brought her entire family to live in the basement of my villa.

Whenever night fell and everything was quiet, they would come out to roam around.

Several times I noticed that the fully stocked refrigerator would be empty the next day.

There were always potato chip crumbs on the sofa.

I thought Linda was sneaking food, so I scolded her a few times but didnt think much of it.

Until I prepared to immigrate and sell the villa. The maids son snuck into my bed, strangled me to death, and threw me in the basement.

The whole family even forged my suicide note and seized my villa.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn three days before I was strangled.

The first thing I did was call the renovation company to seal the basement shut with cement.

Hello? Is this the renovation company? Tomorrow...

Before I could finish the sentence, I suddenly saw Linda standing in the doorway.

I was so startled that my phone fell onto the blanket.

Linda had half her face hidden in shadow, her lips curling into a kind smile.

Arwen, its so late. Who are you calling?

My heart immediately started racing wildly, and cold sweat broke out all over me.

I forced myself to stay calm and picked up my phone.

The bathroom seems to be leaking a bit. I thought Id contact a contractor in advance to come take a look tomorrow.

Linda, its so late and youre still not asleep. Is something wrong?

Linda sighed, her face full of concern.

I heard sounds from your room and thought you were having nightmares again, so I came to check on you.

If youre fine, then Im relieved.

My hands clenched the blanket as I forced out a smile.

Im fine. Go get some rest. Ill call you if I need anything.

Watching Linda close the door behind her, I let out a long breath.

With trembling hands, I unlocked the screen and was about to press 911 to call the police when the door was pushed open again.

I quickly flipped my phone face-down on my leg, nearly scared out of my wits.

Linda walked back in carrying a glass of milk, smiling warmly.

I heated up some milk for you. Its good for sleep.

I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow and reached out to take the glass of milk.

Thank you, Linda. Its too hot. Ill let it cool down a bit before drinking it.

Linda didnt leave immediately. She stood by the bed looking me up and down for a long while before finally giving me a reminder.

If it gets cold, itll upset your stomach. Arwen, dont forget to drink it.

The door closed again. I stared at that glass of milk and suddenly abandoned the idea of calling the police.

Just throwing them in jail for a few years would be too easy on these parasites.

Since Ive been given a second chance at life, Im going to give them a taste of their own medicine.

I picked up the glass of milk, walked into the master bathroom, and poured it all into the toilet bit by bit.

Then I put the empty glass back on the nightstand, pulled the covers over me, and lay down pretending to sleep.

About ten minutes later, Linda crept over to the nightstand.

She picked up the empty glass, looked at it, and only then left satisfied, closing the door behind her.

After confirming she had completely let down her guard, I carefully lifted the covers and tiptoed out of the master bedroom.

Like a gecko, I lay flat at the railing of the second-floor staircase, holding my breath as I looked down.

I saw Linda walk skillfully to the first floor, pull out a key, and open the basement door.

Immediately after, three men and two women crawled out from inside like rats.

They were Lindas husband, her brother, and Jason Lee the one who strangled me in my past life.

The other two women were her mother-in-law and her high school daughter.

I covered my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound.

In my past life, Linda had told me with tears running down her face that she had a whole family to support.

I felt sorry for her and paid her double what other maids earned outside.

At the time, she even brought her whole family, carrying a basket of eggs to my door to kneel and thank me.

It turned out that gratitude meant scouting the place in advance so the whole family could take over my nest like cuckoo birds.

Now, these parasites were sprawled comfortably on the sofa watching TV.

Lindas husband opened my double-door refrigerator and took out the lobster that had just been air-shipped yesterday, walking into the kitchen.

Her mother-in-law skillfully swiped several bottles of wine worth tens of thousands of dollars from the wine cabinet.

Lindas brother Kyle shrank his neck, looking somewhat worried as he glanced at the second floor.

Keep it down, you guys. Dont wake up that woman.

Linda gnawed on my imported apples while smugly waving her hand.

What are you afraid of? I put extra sleeping pills in her milk. Even thunder couldnt wake her up right now.

I hid in the shadows, eyes wide, breaking out in a cold sweat.

No wonder in my past life, until the day I died, I never heard any sounds from downstairs at night.

Lindas daughter Wendy asked while stuffing potato chips in her mouth:

We eat like this every day. When the refrigerator runs out, wont she get suspicious?

Linda snorted, her tone full of contempt.

That woman is just stupid with too much money.

Her parents divorced long ago and went abroad to live their own lives. No one cares whether she lives or dies.

If she really asks, Ill just insist I dont know anything. What can she do to me?

Linda patted the leather sofa, laughing greedily.

Besides, this villa is in a remote location, a full two hours drive from downtown. The neighbors around here havent even moved in yet.

This woman has mental problems and has to take medication. The villa has no surveillance cameras. She cant find any evidence. What do we have to fear?

At worst, Ill just say shes hallucinating from her medication.

Listening to them mock me so brazenly, I dug my fingers hard into the wooden railing.

Thinking back to my past life, there were several times I noticed things seemed to be missing from the villa.

But because of severe childhood trauma, I had a pathological aversion to being monitored, so I hadnt installed surveillance cameras.

Plus, what went missing was just food and drinks, nothing valuable, so I didnt think much of it.

More fatally, Linda knew I had trouble sleeping and was taking medication, so she would often fabricate fake timelines in front of me, making me think my memory was faulty.

When I looked up again, Jason and Wendy were walking toward the spiral staircase to the second floor.

I tiptoed back into the master bedroom, slipped under the covers, and closed my eyes.

As soon as I lay down, the door was pushed open.

After some rustling sounds, Wendys exclamation came from the direction of the walk-in closet.

Jason, look at these dresses, these diamond necklaces. This woman is so lucky.

She put my clothes on herself while cursing viciously.

Why does she get to be so rich, living in a big villa every day wearing designer brands? It should all be mine.

Jason let out a sleazy, evil laugh.

Take whichever one you like. She has so many clothes and jewelry she cant wear them all. She definitely wont notice if a few go missing.

After saying this, Jason started impatiently urging Wendy to leave.

Wendy walked to the door holding the clothes, but didnt forget to turn back and warn him in a low voice.

Dont go too far. Mom said this woman has never even been in a relationship. Shes a virgin.

Dont wake her up and ruin our whole familys plan.

Jason let out a perfunctory snort.

I know. Youre so naggy.

The door closed softly, and my heart immediately sank.

Then the mattress suddenly dipped down as Jason actually climbed onto my bed and pulled me into his arms under the covers.

My stomach immediately churned, making me want to vomit.

But I could only bite down hard on my tongue, using the pain to force myself not to tremble even the slightest bit.

If he discovered I was awake, the tragedy of being strangled to death with a rope in my past life could very well repeat itself immediately.

Jason buried his face in my neck, greedily taking a deep breath of my hairs fragrance.

His rough, greasy hand slowly slid down from my cheek.

The sour stench of not bathing for years rushed straight to the top of my head.

Just as his disgusting hand slid down my back and was about to reach around to the front

Ring ring ring.

The alarm clock on the nightstand let out a piercing sound.

Jason jumped up from the bed in fright. Linda immediately rushed in and skillfully turned off the alarm.

She grabbed Jason by the ear, scolding in a low voice.

Bastard, are you trying to get our whole family killed?

If you wake her up and she finds out, what are we going to eat and drink?

Jason rubbed his ear nonchalantly, his eyes showing the same viciousness as in my past life.

If she finds out, well just kill her.

Bury her in the basement, and all the money and things in this big villa will be ours.

The air suddenly went quiet.

Linda seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of killing me.

I was so scared that cold sweat poured from my palms. I held my breath tightly, my brain racing.

If they made their move now, even if I had to jump from the second-floor balcony and break my leg, I had to take that chance.

No.

Linda suddenly scolded in a low voice, interrupting Jasons murderous intent.

This damn girl said shes having a renovation company come tomorrow to fix the leak.

If we kill her now and someone comes tomorrow to find no one home and calls the police, well all be exposed.

She paused, her tone revealing cunning malice.

After tomorrow, once weve dealt with the renovation people, it wont be too late to kill her slowly.

Linda stared hard at Jason, warning him sternly again.

When the renovation company comes tomorrow, you all stay in the basement. Dont even fart.

Ill lock the basement security door from the outside beforehand and take the key with me.

Its a security door. No one can open it without the key.

She never goes to the basement anyway. As long as Im not home, theres no way she can discover you.

Jason nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Okay, okay, whatever you say. Lets go.

Hearing the door close, I kept my eyes tightly shut, not daring to even flutter my eyelashes, continuing to pretend to sleep.

A full half hour passed.

Just when I was about to open my eyes

A breath suddenly came close, bringing bad breath with it.

Looks like she really didnt wake up.

Jasons voice was right next to me. I pinched my thigh to force myself to stay calm.

Linda breathed a sigh of relief.

Alright, lets go. That lobster is almost done.

The door closed again.

To be safe, I endured another half hour in the darkness, making sure no one was speaking anymore before I finally dared to slowly open my eyes.

I grabbed my phone. The blinding bright screen showed: 4:30 AM.

I wiped the drool from my nose, hatred surging like lava in my heart.

Fine. Since you parasites want to kill me, dont blame me for being ruthless.

I sent a message to the renovation team leader.

Zack, bring plenty of cement and sand tomorrow morning. I want to completely seal up that abandoned basement in my house.