Being A Housewife Novels & Stories

If she didn't eat those meals properly, and the staff reported back to him, wouldn't her lie be exposed? Her jaw clenched. Damn Sharon. She must be behind this. Her resentment deepened. Meanwhile, Marie almost broke into celebration. She was finally free of this thankless job—if she could, she would've popped a confetti cannon. In a wealthy household, a wife occasionally cooking could be seen as a way to nurture bonds or cultivate inner peace. But cooking every single day? What difference was there between that and being a maid? No wonder the lady of the house got angry enough to walk out.

She was the wife of Arnav, an identity she hadn’t planned on wearing, but one that slowly stitched itself into the fabric of her life. She didn’t need to set alarms anymore. Didn’t need to rush. There were maids to prepare the meals, staff to keep the house spotless, even assistants to manage the errands she once handled herself. Her days no longer revolved around reports or client meetings, but around simpler though no less significant duties. Her job now, if it could be called that, was to be a good wife.

To add up with her worries, her mother-in-law was expected to stay with them for a while. Shane would definitely have no problem acting out like a ‘perfect’ husband he could be. Well, as for her, she could cook which was one of the ‘basics’ a woman should learn at least when getting married. Other than cooking, she sucks at everything else. Don’t mention doing the laundry and cleaning the house, oh, there’s washing the dishes too in which she always had to buy a new set of utensils for replacement. Breaking the glasses and plates became her habit whenever she’s washing them.

Even me. Then I realize, being a housewife as they said was a boring job in the face the world. Specially if your husband was wealthy and manage to give you a servant. Your job is just to sit. Let your day passed without a purpose. Because a wealthy husband can locked you in a huge mansion. Your just like his stuff wondering on that house. Jeoff girlfriends would be so pitiful. Hahaha. Thankfully my role here is a fake wife. For me, I wanted to work when I already get married for real.

Joseph rushed to the sofa to give her a big hug while Lisa pushed him away, she stared stonily at him for a minute and started to talk. "Joseph, do you know why there are so many housewives like whining after getting married? Because the world outside was full of possibilities, but they were tripped in a house hundreds square feet large day after day sacrificing for their husbands and children. The house, the man and the kids are everything she fights for; it is her whole world. And if her man and her children did not appreciate what she had been given up to, she felt sorry for herself but she could not escape from it. If you’ve got this worry on your mind, so nothing suits you. Eventually t

Besides, she can't stop now… just a few minutes and she was sure she would crack it. "Mum, can't you tell Aunt Maya to do that for you? You know I am studying for my final exams," Jessica complained, still focused on what she was doing. Jessica always wondered why her mother likes to prepare the meal all by herself despite being the wife of a multi-billionaire. They have more than a hundred workers in the huge mansion each assigned to different significant and insignificant tasks, yet she doesn't allow any of them to prepare the meals for the family. According to her, it makes her feel fulfilled as a mother and housewife to cater to her family!

Unexpectedly, Wu Zixia was such a person: "you clean such a big villa alone? Aren't you tired?" "What's so tiring? I enjoy it." Listening to Wu Zixia'ts sincere tone, Allen Peterson knew that she was not lying, and there was no need to lie. For the woman in front of her, not being able to do housework is not a disadvantage. After all, the money she earns in half an hour may be enough for ordinary people to earn a year's salary. In such a rich family, this is the only alternative Allen Peterson has seen. Even his villa in Donghai city will be taken care of by his cleaning aunt from time to time.

"Hmm, sorry." The woman cleared her throat lazily while muttering the word sorry for not being sincere to her husband who was currently playing with Ciara. After all, recently Aciel has been more selfish and spoiled. Little by little the man told her this and that and would turn angry if she could not do it according to her husband's request. Sometimes she wants to scream in that man's face if she is actually no less busy than that man. Even though she is only a housewife, her job is actually more tiring and emotionally draining than a CEO. "Honey, let's go home."

“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

the lady said smiling genuinely and then looked at me. "Veena aunty... meet my wife Drishti....and drishti she is veena aunty she is the soul of my house... she keeps everything in place in my absence and also takes complete care of my mom" Oh! she must be the caretaker of house... But so nice of him he didn't use the word maid for her. Veena aunty suddenly ran inside and came with aarti to welcome me inside. We entered inside the hall was beautiful and comfy.