Freida Mcfadden Housemaid Series Novels & Stories

I happily thought as I hit my face slightly jollity. I dressed in my outfits, sprayed myself with perfume again, and off I was really to go. I carried my work bag and took my phone. I walked out of my room and made a call, "Hey Martha, come clean the house." And I dropped the call immediately, not waiting for her response. Martha was the woman who always cleaned my mansion baby at home, she was the head of my maids, my chief maid. When I acquired the smaller house, she always came by every time I was not around to clean and now, I know I might invite Adrian over later, I wouldn't want her to meet a messy house.

"Go to this house address, then to the kitchen; make sure you clean everything spotlessly and make it clean too. You can find some helpers if you want to; you have just thirty minutes." "Bss, are you looking down on me that much? Is thirty minutes not too small? Just twenty minutes is fine. I will do it. Which address?" Shawty immediately gave him the house address. "Who are you chatting with that made you so focused?" Frederick asked. She raised her head, looked at him, and forced out a smile. "I am not chatting with anyone; I am just playing games," She lied. Frederick nodded. Oh, a game," he said.

But the woman had risked everything, and she’d kept this secret, held onto it even when it could have cost her life. And maybe when Imogen woke, she’d need to see someone familiar. Someone who’d been there in her time of need. I studied the maid for a long, weighted moment before jerking my chin toward the hall. “Go. She’s in the room, don’t wake her.” Tears brimmed her eyes as she dipped her head. “Thank you.” She slipped past me, her steps hushed, disappearing into the bedroom. The silence left behind was thick. Pete shifted, clearing his throat. “What now, Boss? Her husband’s in jail. Do we still… move forward with the plan?”

But she endured. Because her people were alive. She had seen her people working around in the castle. They weren't hurt or killed. They all were doing fine, the kids helped in the gardening for picking herbs, while the pregnant women helped in the kitchen. After cleaning the last place, she waited for the head maid to examine the place and let her retire for the night. At first she thought she'd just get over with the cleaning but the checking by the head maid made everything worse and made her work harder. Once the head maid said it was clean enough. Freya sighed and went to the healer's chamber.

The two housekeepers who passed by didn’t even look at me twice, I was no longer the visitor who had arrived in a fancy dress. I no longer looked like one of the Giovanni twins. I was assigned work started immediately. Scrubbing marble floors until my knees ached. Carrying trays heavier than they looked. Standing silently against walls while conversations about power and money floated above my head like I wasn’t even there. Every time I caught sight of my reflection in polished surfaces, I barely recognized myself. By midnight, my arms shook from exhaustion. The workers moved like there hidden cameras everywhere. There were times when I wanted to ask questions, the maids would instinctively

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.

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

“I have not set my eyes on it since I recovered. Did you see it when you picked me up?" “I can't remember. We will get a new one. You need to be mobile.” “Thank you, dear.” Monday Evening - The Bailey Native Home Freya lived with her family in another part of Dover and paid her Mom a visit at the Bailey Native Home. She was a professional nurse and walked at the Government Hospital. She cherished her two children, Freya and Denise, so much, likewise their cousins, Julie and Louis, whom she brought up after their mother's death. Freya, who was so familiar with the house, walked into the parlor from the Kitchen holding a cup of tea, which she served her mother before she sat down.

The requirements for the job weren't that much so I'd applied immediately—what I hadn't expected was to get a call. The job was just too perfect. The pay could cover most of my loans and some spare for other expenses, there was free access to his kitchen and also there was free accommodation which was my favourite part. My place was a disgrace and asides that too dangerous, I needed to get out before something happened to me, and a house in the hills would be the best place. That night as I fell asleep in my cheap apartment, I dreamt about my possible new life as Mr Snider's maid and it was the sweetest dream I'd had in a long time.