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I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Cara stood before me, her hand still raised from the slap, her eyes flashing with anger and disgust. “How dare you!” she spat, her voice venomous as she stepped closer, towering over me. “You filthy, lowly Omega! How dare you claim that my dress is yours? You’re nothing but a pathetic slut!” I couldn't believe that she just call me a pathetic slut... What would even make upcoming a slut... It is so humiliating, the humiliation hurts more than the slap itself.

"Your salary can be 2 to 3 times more than the usual maid. And I guarantee that within three months you'll be able to get your new school uniform." Oliver's offer managed to get Sophia interested. If that was the case, then Sophia would gladly accept it.

They wake up late, and I can’t stay up late because I have to get up early, so I’ll just leave a note. ——- “It’s all set, I’ll take it. I don’t really have a choice anyway. What’s wrong with being a maid? And what else should I look for? I didn’t finish my studies, do I even have the right to complain? Nothing, and there shouldn’t be, especially now that I’m the only one with a job and bringing in money for the household.” “So, are you okay with it now? Will you come with me to Liberdad?” Even though I wasn’t entirely comfortable with Lita, I agreed. I’ve been looking for work for two days, but still haven’t found anything. They all require college graduates.

I immediately knew that it was Isabella and I was happy she eventually summoned the courage to call me. I could tell that she was shy and tense on the other side of the call. She said, it's me Isabella, your maid. Hearing her still referring to herself as my maid, made me angry. I immediately corrected the situation, I told her she wasn't my maid anymore and she was now my girl and I could feel her smiling as she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said “okay”. She was the cutest thing ever and I liked it so much.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" Hera snapped her eyes open the next morning to see Mariam standing there by the side of the bed as she stared at her with a face full of smiles. She forced herself up with a smile to hug her. Feeling like she was forgetting something, she turned to look at bed in hopes of finding him asleep but he wasn't there.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

her long silky hair is in a messy bun, her soft green eyes that always held that look of concern, care, softness looked dull and tired, dark circles around them. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, seems like she just arrived home. Oh, how much I missed her? If only she knew what I am going through in her absence. " Goodmorning, my princess. It's time for you to go to school," she said scooting closer to me, caressing my hair softly. I have to go to school. Life is cruel, it's my mom's free day, but I have to go to school. I smiled at her, loving the soft yet heartwarming touch of hers.

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