Devious Maids Flora Novels & Stories

"You misunderstand… I was just trying to help you… get your beloved… woman…" In reality, Flora had no such good intentions. She had schemed to drug both of them, planning to capture their intimate moments with hidden cameras when they couldn't control themselves. This way, she would have Chloe's weakness and hold Amos's reputation hostage. Whenever she wanted to see her sister's panicked face, she could use the footage to torment her, and Amos would have no choice but to comply to protect Chloe's honor. She could secure a lifetime of wealth and power!

When Flora returned to the backyard, she noticed several maids staring at her with frightened expressions. Puzzled, she looked at them and asked, "Why do you have such expressions? What happened to me?" "Hey, Flora, did that lunatic not attack you?" a young maid asked cautiously. As far as she knew, the lunatic was locked on the third floor and Nancy always needed tools to go inside. Even with tools, sometimes she would come out injured. "It's fine, she was very quiet," Flora looked at each of them with a smirk. But thinking about that night, it was no wonder these maids looked at her with such eyes.

Flora, now on her guard, introduced herself with forced calmness, grappling with the unexpected turn of events. "Miss Flora, the heiress of Seraphims Holding Company," she introduced herself proudly over the phone. "Oh, I see. So, what can I do for you, Miss Flora?" the DPO asked, maintaining a professional tone. Flora, accustomed to asserting her authority, responded with a commanding tone, "There are two guys in your custody. I heard they hurt Miss Rowan. Is there any way you can wrap up their cases without investigating further? I want the case closed. Send those boys to prison or whatever fits as punishment." Her status as the heiress of a renowned company lent her a certain privilege, o

Her home, which she made with her own money that she earned from modeling. "Thanks, John." John nodded her head. "See you tomorrow, Miss." Flora walked into her house. There were maids in her house that Oliver assigned to her. She did not want him to do that. But he insisted, saying that she needed them. The maids rushed to her with a glass of water. She thanked them, chugging down the glass of the water. She glanced at the table, which was filled with so many dishes. Handing the glass to a maid, she said,

They were sweeping the lawn while gossiping without Farrah's supervision. "Hey, did you know? The new maid slept in Mr. Oliver's room last night." “You mean Sophia?” Asked another maid, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face. “Yes, last night I accidentally saw Mr. Oliver carrying Sophia to his room.” "Oh my god! You're not making this up?" “I swear, I saw it with my own eyes.” "Isn't this strange? Does Mr. Oliver like that girl?" “That girl must be flirting with Mr. Oliver!” Said one of the maids with a displeased face.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Earlier that day, while I was doing the utensils back at their place, they had walked in and started insulting me. ***Flash Back**** "Pathetic", Ray hissed. "You are just a useless good for nothing beggar" Bryon supplied. 'Did you wipe off the countertops thoroughly?' Bryson asked, moving closer to where I stood by the sink. I could only nod, not trusting my voice at that moment. 'Use your fucking words maid. ' The word maid was dragged, spitting it out with disgust 'Yes. ' 'Good.' Ray answered, watching as his brother strode towards the refrigerator, an evil smirk etching it's way on his handsome yet evil face.

Would I be able to handle my responsibilities? The next morning, I woke up early to prepare myself for my first day at work. I turned around to see a woman standing there, her eyes filled with curiosity. She had a stern expression on her face, but there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. "I'm Ley, the new maid," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my nervousness. The woman looked me up and down, assessing me. "Well, Ley, you better be prepared. This mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Many maids have come and gone, unable to handle the demands of this place."

“You think you can just fire me and walk away like nothing happened? Well, guess what? You’re not innocent either.” The manager took a step back, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” The clerk let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play dumb now,” she spat, her voice growing louder as she attracted the attention of everyone nearby. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The ‘little side business’ you’ve been running. How you’ve been selling Omega women like cattle... selling them as sex slaves to the highest bidder!” My heart froze at her words. I could feel Dylan tense beside me, his expression hardening as he stared at the clerk. Shock moved through the store as th

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"