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A maid walked in, bowing her head To the ground as usual. “Greetings, your highness.” “What is it?” Caroline asked, not impressed by whatever she cared to say. “I came to serve her highness if she might be in need of anything.” It was like the gods could hear her request at the moment. She turned lazily to the maid. “I need some human clothes, something free I can wear. I also need books.” “Would your highness tell me what kind of books she wants to read, is it more romance or fantasy?” the maid asked.

CHAPTER 71: SHE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE YOU VENUS: I was reading one of my favourite books when the door opened. The sound made me lift my eyes from the sentence I’d read three times without understanding. It was just a romance novel but I couldn't understand how a billionaire and his wife could make their maid get pregnant for him without the maid knowing that he slept with her. “Hey, you're okay?” Maxine said as he walked in.

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."

She paused before playfully adding, "I am a sexy maid that is multi-functioning." 'Sexy maid with multi-functions'? That reminded Alex of the ideal maid mentioned in one of the novels written by the famous author Furi, a maid that did chores in day and kept him company at night without clinging onto him. "Are you willing to do that?" he asked. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I will be a great friend with benefits!" He looked at her calmly and said, "Stop referring to yourself as the third Sheen girl." "Hm?"

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

she said before walking towards a path. I followed her, my eyes taking in everything. I noticed how the house lacked warmth. There were no pictures or even decorations, the only sign of life in the house was how neat it was. It perfectly suited him, it was just as cold and dark as his heart. The maid finally opened the door, stepping away for me to enter. I had expected my room to be as empty and dark as the rest of the house but what I saw shocked me. It almost looked similar to the one I had back at my father's mansion.

I clean the entire house last night, there were a lot of cobwebs, like it was dead, mirroring me, so I channeled my inner Fiona, and cleaned the entire house, till I was the only trash left. Damien was supposed to be here this morning, but his meeting got postponed. I won't lie and say that I don't miss my friends, I was going to cook for him, but he is not coming, and I am here alone. Placing the coffee down, I rub my hands through the book shelf, then pick out Rupi Kaur's Homebody, but put it back. This house was a gift from my girls when I blew the internet by publishing seven books at once.

He still treated her gently, drying her damp hair with a towel. "Are you really going to tear down Grandma's house for her?" "That place is too rundown. The foundation is sinking, and the area is dangerous. It's not suitable for you to live there." He turned and pointed to the renovation blueprints on the table. He refused to budge. "I already had people pick out a plot of land for you in the southern suburbs. I'll hire the best designer to recreate Rosa's old house exactly as it was. All the furniture, decorations, and even the tree in the yard… I'll have everything moved there for you."