Clean Hearts Maid Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pushed, praying for her to say it so I can finally vent my anger. "Who do you think you are? You're just a cheap slut who thinks she can seduce her way into easy life!" Maid two said, her appearance is nothing to write home about. "Ohh, you think I'm worthy enough to seduce the oh so mighty Mr Damon? You think too highly of me sweetie, but I'll have to thank you for that, you know you'll never be able to seduce anyone with a face like that!!" I smiled overly sweetly.

The maid who had pushed Kaileyn shivered as she turned to the person who had ordered her but before she could say a word, the person's hand tightened wickedly around her neck. " Unfortunately, I can't spare you. I completely clean off trails and clear off witnesses from my crime scenes. Even if they are thousands." The person smirked and as tears trailed down the maid's face, the person stabbed a knife into the maid's heart and to perfectly confirm the death of the victim, the person's hands moved into the stabbed chest and dragged off the still beating heart of the maid that was thrown into the raging storm before the heart(less) body of the maid followed.

She knocked on the massive door, and it slowly swung open, revealing a young maid with short black hair. "Hi, how can I help you?" the maid asked politely. "I'm here to see the young master," Athena replied, prompting the maid to welcome her inside. As she stepped in, Athena was taken aback by the sheer beauty of the interior—a perfect blend of modern aesthetics and luxurious decor. Another maid, an older woman with gracefully graying hair, greeted Athena. "I'm Sana, the head of the maids here," she introduced herself. However, Athena noticed a shift in Sana's demeanor from earlier—a softer, kinder expression replaced the initial sternness.

"Yes I can Mam. I've never worked before. But I'm sure I can." I don't really understand what a housekeeper is, isn't it the same as a maid. Why have to organize all household needs? Maybe it means shopping, cleaning and cooking. Oh, the important thing for me to get a proper job. I hope, they will hire me in this job, Wisnu's education cost are not small enough, and force me to accept this job. After separate with Bram, All of Wisnu's needs are on my bear. I don't want to have a relationship or ask for share from that cheater. 'Maharani, you must be strong and keep spirit!'

I stood at the entrance of my room, watching the maid as she cleaned the floor. Her hands moved in small circles, but the moment her eyes lifted and met mine, she froze. She gasped softly, her shoulders stiffening. The cloth slipped from her hand and landed on the floor with a dull, wet sound. She bowed so quickly her forehead almost touched the ground. “Madam…” she whispered shakily. I took a slow step toward her. My face remained calm, empty, unreadable. Only my voice carried a small edge.

"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."

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

A maid is here, let me do what she wants. “Alright bye love. Please keep in touch” “I will”. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the maid said politely, bowing slightly. “My name is Jeanne. I’m your personal maid. I just wanted to let you know that everything has been arranged for your comfort. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” she said smiling. While she spoke, my eyes drifted anxiously toward the expansive media room. I couldn’t see Noah’s shadow through the tinted glass, and my heart skipped a beat.

All Hearts! "

I shook my head "she's no one...that's for sure...just a Maid...new one" She stared down at me.."indeed...just a maid....But what's Tracy doing over here...I thought she had stopped bugging you..." "I guess she's here for your party...you know...she likes glam" I replied with indifference. "Let's go inside now" "Ok"