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Daniel discovers his Housemaids 'other' duties. Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ============= Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and plac

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

Fei and Desire were helped by other servants and maids in getting the items bought into the storehouse. “Lady Nor, we are back,” Fei announced when they entered the kitchen. “From saving the region?” A voice asked and both Desire and Fei turned to the direction. “I thought you were gone for good” Fei asked as she couldn’t hide her shock of seeing the housemaid of Lady Fang. “No, we are not. We are back to retrieve the master from the cheap slut standing right beside you. Since she’d spent a quality amount of time at the Harem, she’d learned enough skills to seduce a man”

she answered. “What does she look like then?” Chelsea asked. The maid scratches her nape as she tries to remember what the woman looks like. She looks quite like you, Miss, but she has long red hair. We are almost the same height. She also makes me hurry to call you…” The maid answered while seeming to be in a hurry. It was obvious from Chelsea’s face that she knew who had visited the mansion. “I see. I will be there. Please tell her to wait for me in the living room, and also tell her to not touch anything.”

“Don’t be so hard on her. Not everyone can be born with class.” I felt it. The heat creeping up my neck. The fire in my chest. But I smiled. Not the weak kind. The kind that made them pause. “Hmm,” I finally said, folding my arms loosely. “You’re right, Maya. I’m not much different from the maids.” I tilted my head. “Except they’re useful. They work hard. They don’t need to sit on their asses all day plotting how to be relevant in a house that doesn’t even belong to them.”

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.

Prince Marihl sneaked books and kissed the maid's fingers. Wren had never told a soul of such memories. She still carried them under her tongue like a rusted blade, never fully swallowed. Wren touched a stalk of dried lavender. So young, that maid had been. Too brave, too clever. Always asking about books no maid should be asking about. Always sneaking bites of lemon rind and talking about freedom like it was something you could wrap in a scarf and carry under your blouse. A burst of gossip snagged her attention near the vegetable stalls.

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

“We did not do anything” “Sure” “Crystal!!” “I’m just saying,” she shrugged, still smiling slightly. “Lovers end up doing the do more than once.” “For fucks sake we are not lovers and that was different" "Sure. Well, I have to get ready for work, sort that out will you," Crystal muttered, giving me a wink. ***** The hours went by too slowly and without the maids the house looked more like a cage. “I might just be thrown into a zoo or something,” I muttered under my breath, closing my second book of the day.