Housemaid Series In Order Novels & Stories

She cleaned all the rooms, one after the other, including the room Savy had stayed in and Gerald's as well. When she got to Stanley's room, she hesitated as she did not know how he would react if he found out that she had entered his room. She would have left the room but it was unkempt and she believed that as his maid, it was her responsibility to clean his room, hence, she took her time and thoroughly cleaned the room, putting everything in its place. She was exhausted after cleaning the whole house and went straight to the bathroom and afterward her bed, before sleeping off.

I opened it and saw that an unknown number had sent me a couple of videos via WhatsApp. To my surprise, they were footage captured by a home surveillance camera. In the video, Ethan happily hugged Grace. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do.” Grace laughed as she snuggled into his arms and said, “If you have to do everything yourself, why would you even need a wife?” “Exactly! She’s never happy. Even when I’m just eating, she tells me not to chew so loudly.”

Chapter 3 Ella's POV The servants hall was a separate four-storey building located at the East side of the mansion with it's very on pool, pond and garden On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a Glassdoor fridge full of fruit drinks (I was dying to get one, perhaps, a grape flavor), a coffee machine and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries,( wait, is that a croissant)

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

Jazlyn muttered quietly. The girl had climbed the stairs again carefully then turned off the light and closed the secret door again. Now, Jazlyn has changed the mode of her cellphone and is ready to go back to her room, but then she realizes that Jazlyn has deliberately turned the shower on. Jazlyn had now slightly dampened her hair and turned off the shower and put a towel on her head. The girl stopped when she opened the door. A maidservant looked at him very sharply. Jazlyn remembered it. The maidservant is the head of all the household servants in this house.

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

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

Third person's POV At the Sinclair's mansion that morning, the air was totally different. Just like always, different lives from other rich family. The maids are gently doing all their chores. Something was clearly troubling the household, and it centered around Avery's room on the second floor. Viviana, the longtime housekeeper, climbed the staircase with careful steps. Her weathered hands gripped the brass railing as she made her way toward Avery's bedroom. She had been working for the Sinclair family for over fifteen years, and she knew the signs of trouble.

“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.

"I need to be more careful. Jason's too sharp. And Emily's too proud. One wrong move, and they'll both know I'm not a real maid." Still, she couldn't stop now. She had already seen enough to know something was wrong. Now she just needed to keep watching... and waiting... until the truth finally came out. Later that afternoon, Mara returned to her cleaning duties. She carried a fresh bucket of water and a mop as she joined the other maids polishing the floor near the central staircase of the Moon Crest Pack mansion. The grand stairs twisted upward like a royal path, covered in expensive red carpet, framed with shiny banisters and golden edges. It was always the busiest part of the house and n