Housemaid Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

It was as good as my former apartment with Adam where it took ages to have something fixed. After showering, I got dressed into my smelly and dusty maid uniform and got ready to start cleaning. Dominic was no longer downstairs, in the kitchen, nor was he outside or in the living room so I assumed he was having a shower as well. And indeed, in a few minutes, he came walking downstairs with a towel wrapped around his waist as his torso was dripping from the shower. I so wanted to raise the appropriate dressing rule with him but he was the owner of the house and it was perfectly normal for him to walk around shirtless whereas I was forced to wear a bra.

Constant work. And the one who'd done it all without a word was gone. Now her life was unraveling. "Asher, the electricity got cut. Can you take care of it?" "Asher, you haven't been home in a while. Come over for dinner." "Asher, how do you use the washer? I need to do laundry." ... Even Asher got annoyed. At first, he answered. A few times. Then he stopped picking up altogether. Janet finally saw it—she couldn't even handle the basics on her own.

I wiped my cheeks, trying to remove the last traces of my breakdown, when the door slowly opened. I stiffened at the sounds of footsteps, but when I looked up, relief and unease both clashed within me. It was a woman, a housekeeper by the looks of it, she wore a uniform, a simple short-sleeved dress with a peter pan collar. “Good morning Miss,” The woman bowed before glancing around, frowning slightly upon seeing the shards of items broken, and the general messy area. “Please get up. I shall draw up a bath for you to refresh yourself.”

She didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that my robe was see-through: it appeared as though she was used to sights like this. My eyes wandered from her beaming face to the clock directly above her head. It was 1:15pm already. Hours had passed since breakfast was brought in. "Good afternoon, Miss Davies." The woman chirped happily and walked into the room. "I decided to bring your lunch by myself. I wanted to meet you personally." "Um...who are you again?" I asked uncertainly. The woman dropped the tray of lunch on my bed and padded forward, then curtseyed deeply. "I'm Madame Doherty, the matron and caretaker of this house."

They were playing a slow domestic mind game—proving to me that Julian's brute force couldn't shield me from the quiet, daily rot of living under their shadow. Mrs. Gable stepped forward again, aggressively snatching my untouched plate away before I could even pick up a fork. "If the young woman is finished playing at being a lady, I have the master suite linens to change," the housekeeper said coldly to Victoria, completely ignoring my presence.

Marvin irritably yanked at his tie. "Shut up! Just keep looking!" Suddenly, Alyssa's gaze locked on me across the crowd. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief before tugging hard at Marvin's sleeve. "Look, Marvin! Isn't that Hannah, that bitch?" Following her gaze, Marvin froze. The woman standing in the center of the crowd, surrounded by influential figures and carrying herself with elegance, was me, the woman he had treated as a maid for the past three years.

I'm curious. I closed the app and set my phone on the nightstand. My heart was beating faster now—not because I was afraid, but because something inside me had begun to stir. Hope. I stood up and headed downstairs. I needed to ask one of the servants what Edward liked to eat.This time... I truly wanted to try. I walked downstairs with noticeably lighter steps. In the kitchen, I found Mrs. Eleanor, one of the senior housekeepers who had worked at the Ashford mansion for many years.

“Now.” The maid bowed quickly and hurried away. Within a few minutes, the quiet mansion began to stir as the staff gathered in the grand living room. The cook arrived first, wiping her hands nervously on her apron. Behind her came the two drivers, both dressed neatly in their uniforms. The gardeners followed then finally, the head housekeeper, Mrs. Winslow, entered the room with steady steps. The staff formed a respectful line, waiting for Mrs. Ainsworth to speak. Chelsea shifted slightly on the sofa as all eyes moved toward her.

"The first witness please testify." Hazel gave the instructions after the clerk said she was ready to record whatever testimony she would give. This time the first person to testify was the butler, Mrs. Amanda Priston. “That day at ten past four I had already asked Sharon to prepare the ingredients for cooking dinner. Whereas the other three, Jill, Gladys, and Gabe, I ordered to clean the rooms in the mansion. Every day we cleaned the mansion twice. Morning and evening. All this was done because the mansion was facing south. Winds from the south often blow away fine dust which if not swept up will build up and make the floor very dirty."

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h