Freida Mcfadden Housemaid Books In Order Novels & Stories

"I was a maid, a servant, a ghost. I was nothing. But I am not invisible anymore. I am the Primordial Queen. And I am coming for the Council." The three Alphas fell into step beside me—one on each side, one at my back. We walked toward the treeline, leaving the Ashford Estate to crumble into the dust of history. The blood moon had set. The sun was rising. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't running from the shadows. I was walking into them. Because the shadows were where the monsters hid. And I was the one hunting them now. END OF CHAPTER 19

Either Fred doesn’t have a significant other in his life, or he’s never brought her here, because no woman would put up with this. “I guess I’m your cook and your maid,” I say to myself as I find a broom and dustpan in the closet and get to work. I leave the doors and windows open and cover my face with one of Fred’s T-shirts I find in his bedroom. It takes me just over an hour, but once I’m finished, the place looks almost good as new. Almost.

“Mrs Harris, should we go ahead?,”Amelia was lost in thought that she was deaf to the maid’s question. “Mrs Harris, should I commence the cleaning?” She said again with a higher pitch and Amelia was forced to listen.she gave her a doubtful look and rubbed her protruding belly nervously.In Pamela’s absence,she was the woman of the house,she shouldn't be too scared to do the needful. “Go ahead Martha.” A boost of confidence filled her heart,the handmaid send a signal to the rest of the idle maids who followed her into the darkest room in the mansion.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

She puffed out, as they headed to the dining table. Evening. 5:45 pm. Freya opened the door, she sauntered into the house, she noticed the whole place was as silent as a necropolis. She shut the door, and slowly wandered into her room. “Anybody home.” She bellowed, as she dropped her bag on her bed, and loosed her ponytail. Staring at the dressing mirror in front of her, she moved strands of her hair behind her ears before she left her room, and walked down to the library, opening the door, she met her sisters arguing with books scattered all over the tables.

Each breath drove it deeper. Her fists clenched, but she said nothing. She just listened to their ridicule in silence. When the cleaning was done, the head maid turned to her. "Mia, from now on, open the door at six sharp. Hiding won't do you any good. Everyone in this house knows you're about to be tossed out anyway. Better to face it than pretend." Mia's eyes welled up with tears. It felt like her throat was stuffed with stones. Just then, Freddy stormed in. He shoved the head maid aside and slapped her hard across the face.

"Remember the previous morning's problem... Mr. Frederick was very explicit with the hierarchies of this house. If he finds me breaking the protocol again, he will fire me." I let out a rough snort, which scraped my tonsils. "You're right, don't worry," I conceded to her, taking the silver fork. "Frederick is an absolute impulsive idiot." Upon hearing my insult toward Frederick, a rapid smile escaped from the maid. But almost in the same second she seemed to regret her audacity; she turned completely pale, and began to shake her head in a maniacal way, wringing her white apron with rigid fingers.

Chapter 1: Divorce Maddie “I told you to clean everywhere before you come back. Don't leave a single place untouched.” My mother's in law voice was still ringing in my head as I pushed the door open and stepped into the house. “I've done it, ma…” I murmured under my breath, even though she wasn't there to hear me. My body ached, my hands were still smelling of cleaning chemicals and my back felt it would break at any moment. I had spent the whole day at her house, scrubbing floors, washing curtains, arranging her wardrobe and even cooking for her guests like I was some kind of servant.

I sleep upstairs. She hesitates. — Mr. Mike was very clear. — And so was I. I pass her without looking back. In my head, the plan is already forming. If he wants to play war, I'll play better than him. Chicago is going to meet the girl from the South. Mike Midnight. I return. The bar drained me without soothing me. Nothing calmed the burn she leaves behind. When I enter the house, everything is silent. Too silent. I go upstairs, expecting to find the guest room occupied. But when I open the door to ours, I see her.

As I slowly regained consciousness, soreness radiated throughout my body, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. Thoughts of the passionate night with Shraf flooded my mind, leaving me feeling kinda weary. Blinking against the brightness of the room, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t alone. A middle-aged woman stood at the doorway, her expression gentle and caring. “Ma’am, I was your new housemaid, Magdalena,” she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Your husband had hired me to take care of you.”