Novel & Cerita Daisy Maids

So I forced myself to maintain a bored expression as I stepped out of the car and headed into the house. An army of maids hurried to meet me as I walked in, and I couldn't resist letting my lips curl into a smile. Now, this is the life, I thought with a silent sigh. "Welcome, Miss Domitia," the one in the lead said. I gave her a cool look. "You are…?" "My name is Daisy, Miss Domitia," she replied. Her soft smile said that she's used to Isabella Domitia forgetting her name. "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" she asked.

"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."

she said, pulling me with her. As soon as we stepped into the mansion, a large number of maids were by the door. They bowed as soon as they saw us. "I'll introduce you to all the maids and tell you their work in the house," Nicholas's mom said. "This is pinky, blossom, jade, and Markie, they are the kitchen maids," she said pointing to four maids" "This is layla, …….." "Ma'am!!...." I called cutting her short.

Eros' POV I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. I had only just returned to hear from the maids that Dalia left with a friend this morning. None of them could describe who this friend was because they were too busy gossiping about the both of us. I recently hired three maids to cater to her needs so that she could never feel lonely when I am not around. Each of them had their own major duties. The first one catered for our cooking needs, the second catered for our cleaning needs, and the last one worked as her quarter maid. She had qualifications as a nurse, too.

Stanley had promised that he would pay her every month during the time she worked as his maid. She was going to buy a phone for herself and make sure all the romantic videos of her and Stanley were stored in it. Although it was a make-believe, she would pretend it was real and watch them every night before going to bed. The memory of how Stanley had held her so closely and kissed her cheeks at the party made her keep smiling from ear to ear as she arranged her luggage.

seasonings are. Why did the Alpha choose to punish me like this! You all are useless!" Dina lamented, insulting and complaining about the three maids in the kitchen with us. The situation wasn't making sense until I took a sneak peek at the three maids in the kitchen. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the supposed old maids weren't old at all. In fact, they look too young to be chefs or kitchen maids. I wanted to ask questions but I figured I would know if I listen closely to Dina's tirade. It was only a matter of time before she spewed everything I needed to know. And I was right but the problem is, if I had listened to the other maid's gossip I wouldn't have had to pretend that my leg

I say and smile with recognition. Daisy is one of the youngest maids in the packhouse. She is usually very quiet and doesn't have a lot of friends. She is a loner like me, I think to myself. "Can I help you with something, Daisy?" I ask again since she is not saying anything else. "I think I know what happened to the white clothes," she says with a frown. I look at her with surprise. "You do?" She looks at me with her big eyes and then nods. "Earlier today, I saw Amelia coming out of the laundry room. And when she went back, she was holding a bottle of red dye in her hand."

(RHEA'S POV) "Daisy, I’m not—” I started, trying to explain that I was fine. But Daisy's worry was too overpowering, and she wasn’t hearing a word I said. She lifted her head, blinking at me with a look that said she had everything under control. "Rhea is a loyal maid who always strives to fulfill her duties. The head maid constantly relied on her, often choosing Rhea to handle the tasks others found too difficult," Daisy began, her voice steady as she came to my defense.

She looked towards the young maid and smiled. "Thank you so much, but I'm really confused now," Judy expressed her feelings honestly and bravely. "Why? Were you kidnapped by someone to be here?" She asked in a humorous tone. Judy's face changed color as she remembered the last conversation she had with Henry. "I..." She was hesitating to speak about it. "Okay okay, I understand that you are staying here without any interest," she said. "What is this place," Judy asked her. "You are in one of the mansions owned by one of the top ten businessmen of our country, Mr. John Brand. You are one of his maids now," she told patiently.

Not too obvious, eh? I glared at the person who was disturbing my precious sleep. "You know that I don't want people waking me up this early, do you, Kakay!" I shouted at the maid. If you know the Kakay Comedian, she looks a lot like her. "Uhm, ma'am. It's the President's order. I'm just following his order," she replied. Kakay was one of the maids who had been serving us for a long time, and she was only my age, so my tantrums with her were a bit ineffective. She’s already immune to them.