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but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

I nodded, picked up the duster from where I had kept it in the cart and walked to the huge white shelf that was adjacent not the large king size bed, the bed was big and the room beautiful,painted in white just like Gamma Harrison’s room, it was filled with this manly fragrance and it looked very comfortable making me miss my room. In my eighteen years of leaving, I have never felt so uncomfortable sleeping but it l wouldn’t last for long. I am a slave now but one day I’ll leave this place. I dusted the shelf and placed the books and other things which I had removed back, while Madelyn made the bed. I moved to the reading table and began to clean it up. Madelyn was so slow with her chores an

Fandrey wanted her to take charge of Azalea's work and she also wanted to use Azalea to go deal with Abbie, so she had no choice but to endure it for a while. Angel suppressed the disgust in her heart. "Miss Clark, I didn't know that your mother actually works in our Floyd family until today. Both of you are fated to be with the Floyd family." Azalea didn't understand why Madelyn wanted to be a servant. Although the Floyd family's salary was high, it was not enough for Madelyn to lower her standards to be a maid. Azalea spent a lot of time and effort persuading Madelyn not to be a servant in the Floyd family when she went to the hospital. She wanted Madelyn to leave with the excuse of being

She beckoned on the ladies to come into the room, and when they got to close range, she spoke to them. "Introduce yourselves.” "Good morning ma'am. I'm Linda, the maid in charge of doing the laundry" the first one said. "I'm Maureen, the cook," the other said. "I'm Mercedita, the housekeeper. My work is to keep the house clean" the third said. "I'm Gladys, I'm in charge of the dishes. I run little errands here and there" the last one said. “I'm Helen, the chief maid. I'll do nothing but supervise the others. Be rest assured, you're in good hands because I handpicked them myself, and I wouldn't do anything against the Sutherland family” Helen said.

I muttered under my breath. My thoughts drifted, unbidden, to that infuriating man. Him. The one who’d left me scrubbing this godforsaken kitchen. My grip tightened on the can, and I sprayed the cockroaches again, even though they were already dead. “That’s right. Double dead,” I declared with a satisfied sigh. Finally, I reached for the broom and dustpan to finish cleaning up the battlefield. --- Third Person’s Point of View Across the mansion, one of the senior maids clenched her fist tightly. For years, she had served in this household, loyal and diligent. But now, she couldn’t ignore the unsettling truth: the Master seemed… intrigued by the new maid, Girlie.

But those maids who spread the rumors were kicked out of the house instantly. Only those who are smart enough how to handle the troublemaker lady will have the courage to approach and serve her. One of them is Cris. She’s the maid who was sharing the same room with Marie and Reese before. But now, she’s alone with maid May in the maid’s quarter. “Your room is clean, miss,” Cris reported. “Finally, I can have the taste of freedom,” Madell said while handling the bag worth million dollar to the main. Before she can take step forward, she looked at Cris and asked in low tone.

she said. My head moved away from hers, and I nodded sadly. I truly wanted to learn to start reading quickly. I guess I'll have to wait. "How about I make your favorite, fried sausage, for lunch to cheer you up?" One of Madison's arms went around my shoulder. "Sure." I gave her a forced smile. "I'll get right to it after I've gotten rid of this box of books," said Madison. I watched her as she took the box with the books of my kind, except for the small alphabetical book, and went upstairs.

Keeley I was numb. Trapped inside my head, frozen, as I was marched down shadowy hallways on the too small shoes that had been forced onto my feet. I couldn’t let myself feel anything. If I did, I would become hysterical. Staying calm was the only weapon I had at that point. They wanted me afraid, especially the man who had washed me. Frankie, they had called him. He had left no part of my body unscrubbed and he hadn’t been gentle about it. My breasts were red raw, my thighs and pussy were screaming in pain. He might not have touched me with his fingers, but I felt violated.