Housewife の小説・ストーリー

Besides, she can't stop now… just a few minutes and she was sure she would crack it. "Mum, can't you tell Aunt Maya to do that for you? You know I am studying for my final exams," Jessica complained, still focused on what she was doing. Jessica always wondered why her mother likes to prepare the meal all by herself despite being the wife of a multi-billionaire. They have more than a hundred workers in the huge mansion each assigned to different significant and insignificant tasks, yet she doesn't allow any of them to prepare the meals for the family. According to her, it makes her feel fulfilled as a mother and housewife to cater to her family!

Celine loves her husband but she feels that making love to her husband is a one time business not a regular business,and she prefers going to her business to make more money than staying at home playing and cooking for her husband,she feels it's a waste of time, that's why she brought in a maid to cook and take care of the house when she is not around,but her husband doesn't like the idea,but she can't do the way he wants, cause of her business,she thought

For a moment, he flounders for the words… "… a professional wife, that is of course, an option for you. If it's what you want, I'm sure looking after this house and its grounds would keep you busy. Such a home is a full-time career in its own right." My mouth flaps open. Then closed again. "A professional wife? Master, I wouldn't know where to start."

Hi, Miss Andrea, I'm Edna your new house keeper is there anything you want me to cook for you for lunch" "thanks, and by the way I'm also an employee in this house, I'm not superior to the both of you if I want food, I'd just fix it myself"

That's why I chose her to be a housekeeper since she was only 17 year I remember the first time I met Lana at a domestic workers agency. I need it to do all household chores, from mopping floors, sweeping, washing, to cooking. Since I have my own boutique, I've been busy with sewing and all the characteristics of the customers that I meet every day. And Lana is really good at playing her role so I can focus on taking care of my work without neglecting household matters.

At the butcher stall that reeked of meat, I caught the scent of a familiar perfume. “Pete, it’s been a while!” She was wearing expensive clothes with a full face of make-up as she appeared before me. I was not affected at all. I treated her like all other customers. I asked, “It’s three dollars per pound for pork and five dollars per pound for ribs. What do you want?” She frowned as her gaze became conflicted. Looking at my dirty clothes, she said guiltily, “You’ve been raising Poppy alone all these years. It must have been tough on you.”

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Or does it open something that has been closed for three years and was closed for good reason? "Tell me about her," I said. "Your mother." He seemed surprised by the question. "What do you want to know?" "Anything. What's she like?" He was quiet for a moment. "She's stubborn. She was a schoolteacher for thirty years and she still talks to adults like they're nine years old and capable of doing better if they just try harder." He paused. "She made Claire a quilt when Claire and I got engaged. Spent four months on it. Claire cried when she got it." Another pause, quieter this time. "She still has it. The quilt. She kept it after everything."

I responded. “Well, this is my house.. and every room here. .belongs to me.” She answered. I was quiet for a while, wondering what to say to her. “You should be awake, doing the chores, doing the dishes.. like every responsible house wife should do.” She spoke with disgust evident in her voice. “Apparently, I am not one. By the way, it is the duty of a maid to do all the chores you listed.” I responded defiantly. “No, dear. It is your duty as my son’s wife to do the things that would make him happy and comfortable including making sure his house is neat and well arranged and everything is in order. “

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.