All Chapters of My Secret Affair with the Housemaid’s Son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Mira’s POV)The next morning started with pure annoyance.I woke up irritated, exhausted, and somehow still angry about the whole dinner situation from yesterday night. Gray’s face kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried distracting myself, and honestly it was beginning to get on my nerves.After getting dressed for school, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. Mom and Dad had already left for work, which honestly made the mansion quieter than usual. Good. I wasn’t in the mood for fake family conversations this morning.By the time I got to school, students were already crowding the hallways loudly, moving around in groups and gossiping about one thing or another. My eyes immediately searched for Lila.It didn’t even take long to find her.Or more accurately… hear her.“Oh my God!”I frowned immediately while walking toward her. “Why are you screaming this early in the morning?”Lila turned toward me dramatically and grabbed my arm almost immediately. “Mira, did you SE

(Mira’s POV)The moment those words left Ethan’s mouth, something inside me snapped immediately.“I bet your tutor doesn’t fuck you this hard.”I pushed him away so fast he almost lost his balance.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped angrily while pulling my skirt down roughly.Ethan looked genuinely confused by my reaction. “Mira—”“No.”I grabbed my blazer from the floor aggressively before throwing it back on. My chest was still rising heavily, my entire body frustrated for reasons I honestly didn’t even understand myself.The problem wasn’t even what he said.The problem was the fact that the moment Gray’s name entered the conversation, my entire body reacted instantly.And I hated that.Ethan ran his fingers through his hair tiredly before walking closer carefully. “I was joking.”“Well it wasn’t funny.”“Mira seriously, why are you reacting like this?”I stared at him for a few seconds before laughing dryly. “You know what? Forget it.”Then without another word, I grabb

I stood outside for a few more seconds after Ethan left, watching his car disappear through the giant black gates of our mansion.The night breeze brushed softly against my skin, but somehow my mind still felt noisy.Everything lately felt noisy.I was honestly exhausted.I finally turned around, ready to head back inside, when Gray’s voice suddenly stopped me.“I hope you saw the assignment I gave you after today’s lesson.”I froze immediately before turning sharply toward him.“What?”Gray leaned casually against the dining room entrance, one hand tucked inside his pocket while the other held a textbook.“I said,” he repeated calmly, “I hope you saw the assignment.”I stared at him in disbelief.“You gave homework?”“Yes.”“What kind of evil behavior is that?”A small smile almost appeared on his face before he quickly hid it.“Finish it before tomorrow.”I groaned loudly. “God, I hate you so much.”“That’s fine,” he replied casually. “Just make sure the assignment is complete.”I r

(Mira’s POV)I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, and for once it had absolutely nothing to do with school itself. Gray’s assignment had stolen most of my evening, forcing me to spend hours staring at equations that seemed determined to make my life miserable. The notebook was still lying open on my bedside table, almost mocking me. The moment I saw it, irritation surged through me all over again. I had never met someone capable of making mathematics feel like a personal attack, and somehow Gray managed to do it effortlessly.By the time I finished getting ready and arrived at school, my mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. Students crowded the hallways as usual, lockers slammed shut in every direction, and conversations bounced off the walls in a chaotic mixture of gossip, complaints, and laughter. My eyes immediately searched for Lila, knowing she was usually impossible to miss. Sure enough, I found her standing beside her locker, completely absorbed in her phone until sh

(Mira’s POV)The clock on my laptop glowed 1:47 AM, the numbers blurring slightly as I rubbed my tired eyes. My room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the screen and the faint city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The silk sheets on my bed were still perfectly made, I hadn’t even bothered lying down yet. Instead, I sat cross-legged on the plush rug, surrounded by open textbooks, scattered notes, and an empty mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago.Come on, Mira. Just finish this.Gray’s voice echoed in my head from earlier the calm, steady way he explained those damn equations, the faint disappointment when he’d handed back my previous assignment. Seventeen out of fifty. The memory made my cheeks burn with a mix of shame and something sharper. I wasn’t used to failing at anything, especially not in front of him.I typed furiously, cross-referencing formulas on Google, scribbling corrections in the margins of my notebook. My fingers ached, but I pushe