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I huffed, shaking my hands and cracking my knuckles. “Are you okay?” She met my stare and nodded. I snapped, “Are you seriously that daft? Did you really not see the condition of these goddamn shelves? If I hadn’t come in time, you would’ve been buried under one of these.” I hissed at the shelf, “I never knew these were that heavy.” She moved the ladder aside and knelt down near the books. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” “Are you saying that to me or the books?” I questioned with an arched brow.

We were currently in the library, squeezed together in the little corner that she had taken it upon herself to decorate with fairy lights and a blanket she apparently knitted herself. After the dinner out, Baekalis had been too tired to explore a different side of town, so we had decided to come back to the pack house to relax. She insisted that if she read to me, I would be a whole less tense and would feel better generally. So here we were, on the floor as she read Freina McFadden's The Perfect Son to me, word for word to my hearing. We were currently in just chapter four teen, but even I would admit that it was good.

A maid whispered to another, then quickly ran out of the living room. The last remaining maid fearfully walked to the dining room. She stood in a corner waiting for the boss to come down. A few seconds later, footsteps were heard descending the stairs. The maid shivered in fear. She looked up the stairs, and there was Frederick descending the stairs, with no care in the world. His face was contoured in anger, his aura blazed dangerously, almost choking the poor maid. He walked over to the dining table and took his seat. He beckoned the maid to dish out his meal. The maid fearfully began to do as he said. Her hands were so shaky that she spilled hot coffee on Frederick's leg. "What did you ju

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Over the next few days, the feeling of pressure in the house got much worse. The mansion felt like a spring pulled too tight. Michael spent hours with his staff, but he was always talking to the Maid. I watched them in the service hallway. I saw Michael's everyday meanness. He treated the Maid like a pet. She was a quiet woman, small, with light, plain hair, and she was always standing near the stairs. Michael touched her arm or her neck sometimes, which was weird for a boss. He would whisper something to her, and her face would turn red with crazy excitement.

He is right, where he, a billionaire’s son and where am I, a maid; a maid with no background. All of sudden a loud shrill voice comes from the living room, I drop the mop from my hand and hurry my way to the living. When I reach the entrance I see all the maids being lined up and one of the security guard is checking their body. “I will call the police if I don’t get my necklace! My Tiffany’s diamonds! I want them back!!” Mrs. Fleming is screaming at all the maids. I watch the maids being checked, they are being treated so badly. As far as I know, all the maids are honest and good at their work. But who will explain this to Mrs. Fleming, for her poor people are thieves, slackers, who doesn't

Instead, he spared my life and also offered me a job to work as a maid in his house. I became a maid and in no time I was familiar with the new environment. I started working and everyone around here was loving and friendly towards me except for Damien who was always wearing a stoned-faced. The three old ladies made me feel welcomed and also comfortable in the house. My life began to feel much better and then I met with Thelma again after several years of being apart, courtesy of Mike's behaviour. Thelma came back into my life and things began to look even better for me.

ALEXANDER I was restless for the remainder of the day as I sat through endless meetings. My mind kept drifting back to that poor woman and her pale-looking kid. By four pm I was exhausted and found it hard to concentrate, so I wrapped up my work, and decided to head home early. In the car, I reminded Yusuf to schedule interviews, since my housekeeper was due for retirement. She is old and opted to spend the rest of her days with her equally elderly husband. Maria used to work for my parents, and after my mother died, she came to work for me.

Freda's POV Leaning against the wall of my room, thinking about how my life had turned out to be in these past few weeks. Meeting Hardin changed my life drastically. I experienced a lot of things that I thought happened only in movies and not in real life. I heaved a heavy sigh as I stood upright and walked around the room slowly. I thought about the first night and how Miranda warned me not to go into the clubhouse that night. A part of me still wished that I listened to her that night. I stopped abruptly in the center of the room as my mind suddenly wandered off to *

Meanwhile, Maya sat straighter on the bed and raised a brow at me expectantly, as if she genuinely couldn’t understand why I hadn’t rushed forward immediately to attend to her. A scoff escaped me before I could stop it. I cleared my throat slowly, making sure my voice sounded loud and perfectly clear. “Ms. Maya, I believe there seems to be a misunderstanding. I willingly agreed to work in this pack house as a HOUSEKEEPER, not as a maid or slave. If you require someone to wash your feet, then Freya here would be perfect for the task, considering that is exactly what she’s paid to do.” Maya’s expression changed immediately. Her face flushed red with anger as she stood abruptly from the bed.