Housemaid Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

Back at home, it was me or Harmony who did the house chore. "Uhm...Miss...there is no need-", I began too embarrassed by such a thing but she interrupted me, "I am the housekeeper of this manor m'lady. My name is Beth Jones, I am responsible for cleaning the Master's chamber", her monotonous voice had an edge to it and her eyes did not even attempt to conceal the disapproval.

My stomach had been knotted all day, but now it was a dull, insistent ache. I made my way down the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous foyer. The house was too quiet. It lacked the smells of a real home—there was no scent of garlic or simmering soup, only the sterile fragrance of expensive floor wax and fresh lilies. I found the dining room, but the table was cleared. Not even a glass of water remained. "Looking for something?" I jumped, spinning around. A woman in a black-and-white uniform stood by the sideboard. Her name tag read Mrs. Gable. She was the head housekeeper, and her expression was a perfect mirror of Eleanor Wolfe’s: cold and unimpressed.

A quick bob of a curtsy. “Sylvie”. My wife says. Who gives me three curtsies. I assume she would have curtsied until her knees gave out if Skye hadn’t placed her hand on her arm and said, “That’s sufificient”. Marta is the final housemaid. One very nice curtsy from her. The lads, George and Thomas, follow with bows. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here at the mansion”. I say.

The rest of the day was spent working from home, my focus shifting between emails and planning for upcoming projects. The next morning started on a tense note, the kind of tension that wraps itself around the air and clings to you like an unwelcome shadow. As I descended the stairs, the sharp murmur of voices filtered through the hallway. I followed the sound to the living room, where Dominic stood towering over Adelaide, our housekeeper. Her face was ashen, her hands twisting nervously in front of her apron. Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

MAY I clenched my fists. I thought I could fake a smile but my face didn’t cooperate with my slyness. She was dressed in a different attire, one that I had never seen since I got to the mansion. The maid stepped backwards as she came forward. “My name is Lydia and I am the current housekeeper. For the next two weeks, I will take up the duties of the butler and manage the maids until Mama comes back. Nice to meet you, Miss,” She smiled at me. Just by taking one look at her, I could tell that she was an opportunist. She was smiling so confidently, not minding that she was caught with my husband last night.

The maids and guards had their own quarter and only Mrs Brittany lived in the mansion with them There were two pools in total and a gym house. When Mrs Brittany showed her the gym house she felt tears prickle at the back of her eyes. Mrs Brittany told her that Dalton always hit the gym every morning before going to work but she knew that it was not the case anymore because he was now on a wheelchair

m. Two minutes until six My hands sting from scrubbing dishes in cold water. Steam clings to the windows while the rest of the Blackwood estate sleeps peacefully in silk sheets and oversized beds. I glance down at the black apron tied around my waist. Every servant wears one. Including me. Alpha Lincoln Blackwood’s daughter. Reduced to a glorified maid in my own house. “Alexa!” My shoulders stiffen immediately. Mrs. Hawthorne. Of course. Her heels click sharply against the marble as she storms into the kitchen, her thin lips pressed into a permanent frown.

she answered lightly. "Sir is coming downstairs, ma’am," another attendant informed us. "Menchie, stay here in the living area for a moment. I’ll fetch Do. I want to surprise him by bringing you. He doesn’t know you’re here," Mama whispered. I nodded. I sat on the plush couch, observing the luxurious furnishings surrounding me. Every piece screamed extravagance. "Good morning, ma’am. What would you like to drink?" a housemaid suddenly asked. "I’m fine, thank you," I replied with a polite smile.

"Mr. Fleming, Miss Hale lives here. You should go in right away." Many bodyguards stood outside, but they all stared straight ahead and pretended not to see Dominic. Dominic nodded and walked directly into the villa. There were quite a few people inside, most of them women. Some were security staff, along with maids and other household help. The decor was extremely minimalist, yet it lacked nothing in luxury. After looking around, Dominic could not help sighing. The little psycho truly lived up to her status as an heiress from the capital. Just then, a maid came down from the second floor. She froze when she saw Dominic and asked, "You are…"