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I was the wife of the man who owned this house, yet I felt like a ghost haunting its halls. I turned back to the door. It felt like a boundary line. Everything in this house was a boundary. The way Gideon looked past me at dinner. The way Helena spoke as if I weren't in the room. Even the locked doors were reminders that I was an outsider, a temporary fixture in a permanent world. I walked to the library instead. It was a two-story room filled with thousands of books. The smell of old paper and leather was the first thing that felt welcoming. I pulled a book from the shelf—a thick volume on maritime law—and sat in a velvet armchair by the window.

I asked Sharon as I watched her struggle with the suitcase. "I sent them away." "Oh, so you didn't know they were the ones who had to do that stuff?" "Why should they when we've got two maids?" She really knew how to press my buttons. "Sharon, I don't want the maids doing things like this. This could cause problems for them in the future. They're women, just like you." "Ethan, you're so shallow." "Look, if you're going to live here, you might as well change that damn attitude of yours. And don't ever think you'll take advantage of those maids, they're not here to make life easier for you."

Mafia’s Maid Ashley gets startled as her alarm roars in the room disturbing her sleep along with Chloe. She had to get up earlier to her master Jeremy as he was a bit demanding about everything. She went to take a bath and wore her dress completing her daily routine. She entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He didn’t tell her anything specific so she was free to choose anything for breakfast.

After days of roaming and cleaning corners that wouldn’t raise suspicion if a maid cleaned them, I could say I was already familiar with most of the castle. I am not stupid. I may not have gone to school because I served the family I once thought was mine, but I studied on my own. I learned alone—and it wasn’t difficult, because I am a fast learner. I even learned on an advanced level. I often snuck Jairah’s books to read them before returning them. Since she hated reading, she never noticed. One afternoon, I entered several rooms to collect clothes for washing. I didn’t bother identifying whose room it was—I simply did my duty as a maid without minding others’ business.

Instead, he spared my life and also offered me a job to work as a maid in his house. I became a maid and in no time I was familiar with the new environment. I started working and everyone around here was loving and friendly towards me except for Damien who was always wearing a stoned-faced. The three old ladies made me feel welcomed and also comfortable in the house. My life began to feel much better and then I met with Thelma again after several years of being apart, courtesy of Mike's behaviour. Thelma came back into my life and things began to look even better for me.

“Yes. Every maid must pass through me. They need to learn loyalty, discipline, and the ability to follow without delay. This mansion does not welcome slow minds. Do you understand?” Harsh, I thought, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Yes. It means this mansion won’t accept slow-minded maids who can’t quickly grasp commands.” “Correct.” We reached a massive wooden door. He pushed it open, and my eyes widened. It was breathtaking. The library stretched wide, its shelves climbing toward the ceiling, even reaching into a second floor. Rows upon rows of books, polished wooden tables in the center, and study corners along the sides—it felt less like a private library and more like a grand public one.

The housemaids in the house looked up to her with great respect. Compared to Victoria, she seemed more like the owner of the house. However, she was just a maid in the household. Thea looked at the furniture that served as evidence of her once humble existence and smashed them all. Expensive paintings, luxurious ornaments, and magnificent murals, all were not spared. Soon, the villa turned into a mess.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

I returned, trying to sound strong. The maid nodded and led the way towards the library. The entire MoonCrest packhouse alone looked like a little City. From the grandeur to the opulent walls and ground. The chandelier's and everything else stood out. The maid led me directly to the library and what I saw next was unexpected. The Wildwood Pack library was nothing compared to the one before me. It had so many books that one would never get tired of reading. Once the maid had arranged everything I needed, she turned around and left me alone.

I chuckled heartily because of what it said: "You're acting like we're friends if you talk to me like I'm not your boss. A maid should respect their boss, am I right?" It's unfair if I respect you then what about me. It's like a rag that you're just trampling on because I'm just a maid and you're the boss, it's like you're being served as a king Yes, it may seem like that, but did you know that helpers also have rights, they/we are human beings, and we have a family to support.