Freida Mcfadden Housemaid Series Novels & Stories

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.

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.

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

Fully knowing what he was doing with her is wrong, he could not stop himself from having sex with a client’s fiancé if she keeps throwing herself at him and he is not a saint . Freda's POV With both hands fully packed with groceries she tried to unload her wooden door which by the way is chipping off at the lower part, giving ways for rats to enter into her already shabby tiny room. She could not call a repairer to come fix it since she has no money to spare for the workmanship. Entering into her small sitting room, she dropped the goods on the ripped couch and head directly into the bathroom to take a shower. She put on a short and a spaghetti top since the room is hot and she could not pa

I quickly took a shower and wore my comfortable striped shirt dress. I tied my hair in a messy bun. I went inside the kitchen to make a coffee for myself. Shanaya hadn't woke up so i thought to make a cup of coffee and drink in peace. But before i could even start making coffee someone rang the bell of our house. 'Who would come at these hours' with this thoughts in my mind i opened the door and came face to face with a woman who was in her late thirties. She is Martha maid of our house. She is a very loving and caring person and not to mention a trustworthy one. Thats why we have given her the spare key of our apartment so that she can come and clean the apartment when we left for our work.

Suddenly, I heard the soft footsteps of someone approaching the door. Who could this be? I wondered. The door opened and of the maid from earlier slowly turned her gaze at me, her eyes filled with understanding. She took a step closer and bowed respectfully. I looked at her, curious about what she had to say. She seemed different from the others, more perceptive, as if she could sense the turmoil within me. “I noticed that you’ve been lost in your thoughts, Freda,” the maid said gently. “I understand that you’re going through a difficult time, and I wanted to let you know that I empathize with you.”

I didn’t have the patience for her fucking attitude and I was about to give her a piece of my mind when the woman spoke. “My bad. I’m Freya Jones. I’m going to be Alpha Rowland’s new maid.” Selena gave her a look over and grimaced. “You?” She nodded. The head maid nodded. I nodded. “You couldn’t find someone less… less this,” Selena said to the head maid waving a hand at Freya’s body.

But I had no choice but to follow them. I'll just avoid him That's if he's there And I don't think he'll stay where we're cleaning. He won't even come close to us. I took the vacuum cleaner and wore my gloves. The other maids were with mops, buckets, broom and brush. There was also another vacuum cleaner with them. We went inside I just love this living room Kay : Blue Maid, I'm sure you love her more than any of us I smiled Susan : of course she does. I really don't know why she's so obsessed with the blue color

Freya does the house chores because the servant was on a day off to see her family and Albert's nanny wouldn't do the chores, it's not a part of her job. Freya was sweating when Emma came downstairs. Emma knows next to nothing about house chores. She can't even wash the dishes without shattering the fragile ones. She has Pamela who does all the work for her back then. And when she got married, Lucas got her servant since she was pregnant. Hence she couldn't do anything a normal woman should except to fuck all day long.