American Housewife の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t you often find that position filled by a woman? It explains why you wouldn’t have time to focus on housecleaning.” “That and Hilda claimed years ago I could burn water and so I got banned from working in the main house’s kitchens.” “Who’s Hilda?” “She’s the chief cook and housekeeper at the p… main house. If you need anything for everyday living, you talk to her. She gets it all cleared away for accounting and such.” “Wait, you pool money together? Don’t you have your own money?”

“We’re here” “Let’s have our lunch first, then we will tour you with the whole house.” “Okay”, she said while looking around. Wow! The place is so big. The house is so big. It was a mansion. She never lived in a big house. While she can proudly say that she was a successful Chef slash businesswoman in her previous life, she never lived in a big house. She just buy a condominium unit near the restaurant for convenient and a house in a rural with a large yard for her gardening. Well, she was alone and she believes that it is not practical to have a big house added the fact that it was time consumable to clean a big house. She does not hire a housekeeper to help her for maintaining the house be

She says and I laugh. "But I really am an accountant, and I do plan on being a housewife when I get married." "Not bad, not bad." I say. She stays quiet with a funny expression on her face. "What?" I ask, and she bursts out laughing again. "What is it this time?" I ask, unable to keep up with this woman and her antics. "I'm really married, and that's my husband. Why is it so easy to fool you?" She's clearly having fun toying with me. I laugh. I like her vibe. She's pretty funny.

, Mrs Houston suddenly said. She spoke in such wintry tone, it made even Etta scared. Everyone stopped eating and looked at her. Mrs Houston had always been a strict and feared mother, and considering how sophisticated she always looked, it gave her that overall feel of a powerful woman. "How dare you bring this confused being into my house to eat off my dining?" her eyes were dead cold. Etta glanced at Nathan. "B... But, mum..."

she spat at me, her words dripping with venom. Since morning, my head had been throbbing relentlessly, my dizziness growing with each passing moment. Mrs. Jane had demanded that I cook food for her friends, a gathering of twenty people coming over for lunch. Despite my fever steadily rising and my headache intensifying, I had spent two arduous hours in the kitchen, mustering the strength to prepare the meal and serve it to the guests. My eyes felt heavy, struggling to remain open, and in my exhausted state, I accidentally spilled stew on Mrs. Johnson's dress.

The maid and the bodyguards bowed respectfully upon the arrival of the owner of the House. "What do you say, Adam Smith? This woman became young Mrs. Smith?!"shouted the head of the Smith family unprepared to get the news in the evening that the thought of Adam Smith always avoids marriage. Unlike not far from her husband, Mrs. Smith changed the appearance of a pure white wolf with bead blue eyes.

I knew it wasn't my place to raid his house without permission, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Marie, his housekeeper, appeared like an angel in an apron. She was a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes who seemed genuinely relieved to have help dealing with her impossible employer. With her guidance, I discovered that, unsurprisingly, the fridge had been hidden in plain sight. I just didn’t know how to open it. Or any of the cabinets. This house was like a luxury Rubik’s Cube.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.