Novel & Cerita Housemaid Series In Order

She looked towards the young maid and smiled. "Thank you so much, but I'm really confused now," Judy expressed her feelings honestly and bravely. "Why? Were you kidnapped by someone to be here?" She asked in a humorous tone. Judy's face changed color as she remembered the last conversation she had with Henry. "I..." She was hesitating to speak about it. "Okay okay, I understand that you are staying here without any interest," she said. "What is this place," Judy asked her. "You are in one of the mansions owned by one of the top ten businessmen of our country, Mr. John Brand. You are one of his maids now," she told patiently.

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.

The footage rolled, showing the events in chronological order. The maid entered the kitchen. Julian received his water. Minutes passed. Then, another maid—the one responsible for cleaning the bathrooms—walked into the kitchen and walked out after a few minutes. Cassiel’s eyes narrowed. “Pause it,” he ordered. Enzo stopped the playback. “Rewind.” Enzo did as told, bringing the footage back a few moments. The maid went into the kitchen. A minute later, she came out. Enzo frowned. “I don’t see anything—”

I spent my Friday at home which Dad insisted for me to rest and weekends with the maids. There are thirty maids all in all in the mansion and they were all devided into three groups, bronze, silver, and gold. I don’t really know why there are such groups in colors that signifies nothing but their level of prestige in the mansion.

After her in-laws wake up she has to collect their clothes and run the machine again. She wondered why the floor was not cleaned. Laya decided to give an earful to the maid. But the maid is nowhere to be seen. She asked the watchman about the maid when he replied he doesn't know she asked him to get her number or the reason for the absence. In the mansion, there was only a maid, gardener, and watchman. Laya felt that her mother-in-law was a miser. Even though she knew her father-in-law would stand at his wife's side. He would never say no to hiring the maids.

She stood under the shower, turning it open as she reached for her soap and sponge. She began to think of the way she was going to act when she got there. Then she felt trying it out in the shower would help out. "My Name is Kimberly Johnson, and I am here to apply for the job of a maid in your mansion." She declared and bitterness filled her heart all of a sudden. Who would ever think she of all people who accept to work as a maid in Landon Hernandez's mansion? "He would be so full of himself." She thought sadly. She wished she had another choice but she had no other. That was the only choice to help her dying father.

"I'm Caspian's driver now, Lorelei. It looks like we'll be seeing each other more often from now on." His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me of what he had said that night at the club. With no time to dwell on anything, I heaved my intoxicated husband toward the bedroom, using a damp towel to wipe him down. After settling him into bed, it suddenly hit me that Jason was still in our house. I hurried into the living room, only to find it empty. Had he already left? Oddly enough, that realization set my mind at ease. The very next second, I pricked up my ears and was surprised to hear a shuffling sound from the direction of the study. Barefoot, I crept toward it and cautiously pushe

With happy heart Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possible be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a employees for such high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark ?" a middle aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Fellow me," said the maid servant as she walked straight ahead, while Emily followed her awkwardly.

. . . The housekeeper was done with the day's chores and was dishing out the delicacy she'd prepared for her master. Since today was Friday, she knew the food menu in her daily cooking timetable. As she dished out the meal she couldn't help but wonder what could've gone wrong with the newlyweds, although she didn't mean to be a nosy. She'd served it diligently before going ahead to call for the little madam as her boss had instructed her to.