Novel & Cerita Housewive Stories

Aunty has denied to me many times that she did not do this. For the past two and a half weeks, when I get home, I see those miracles that cleaned kitchen and no dirty dishes, neatly washed wet clothes hanging on the rope, clean home, folded clothes neatly placed in wardrobe. For the past two and a half weeks, I have had no work to do after coming home. Oh, god !!. It's very frustrating !!. Okay, let's leave. Anyway, I'm going to leave this house today. So, there is no need to get confuse while thinking about this any more.

Various moments of a life I'd never been part of. The guest room was bigger than my entire apartment. A king-sized bed with soft white linens. An attached bathroom with a tub that could fit three people. A walk-in closet that made me want to cry. "I know it's a lot," Vivienne said, reading my expression. "But you're safe here. Three security guards in the building, cameras everywhere, and I have a very good alarm system." She squeezed my shoulder. "Adrian doesn't know where I live. He's never been invited."

She will come and go every day. I began a new routine for my house chores. Weekends are used to cook stews, soups. I put them in containers in the freezer. We can warm them to use during weekdays. The maid will help with the cleaning and doing my washings during weekends. I maintain the house during the weekdays on my own. Eventually one of the church members volunteered to come during weekends, a woman in her 60s, who happened to be a widow.

' A somewhat displeased smile crossed her face as she looked at me. Suddenly, without pausing for a breath, he spat out the following in rapid succession: 'Zara and I met on a work trip, fell in love, and here we are, married.' He didn't even bother to fill me in on the details of our alleged love story, but I can't help but wonder why he lied to his grandmother. Why didn't he tell her we met last night and that our marriage is a contract? What was he upto? 'Now that sounds like a wonderful love story, should we go speak to the media?' Mrs. Irene Colton remarked in a sarcastic tone. She rose from her chair and began to leave the room.

He was flustered and stunned. Before he could recover, I grabbed him and dragged him toward the washing machine. My sudden actions caught Eira off guard. It left her stunned for a moment. The next second, I roughly shoved both Reed and the sheets into the washing machine. “Dirty things need to be washed together!” “Ah! Vedran, you lunatic! Let me go!” Reed roared as he kicked around wildly in fury. I easily seized his wrist. Five years of housework had made me way stronger than this pampered man.

Two skilled maids were hired three times per week to clean the house and do laundry. Zane adamantly prohibited me from performing any household chores, joking that it would spoil my delicate hands and insinuating that I was trying to steal the maids' jobs. Frankly, I was surprised when we arrived here. When he mentioned in the woods that his house could easily accommodate both of us, I didn't anticipate it being this spacious.

"I asked him whether Prescott Group's legal department was so short-staffed that he had to start minding Sterling's business." I paused for a moment. Crawford picked up her coffee. "Ms. Ward, we hired you because of your skills, not because of whose wife you are." The knot in my chest loosened slightly. "Thank you." She waved it off. "Don't mention it. I've been through a divorce myself." I looked at her. Her voice was flat. "My ex-husband also thought I'd never leave him." "And then?" Crawford's smile was thin. "Then he went through bankruptcy proceedings. I represented the creditors."

"Let's do it together." Jared watched her do the dishes so neatly and squinted his eyes, knowing that she must have done this chore a lot. "The Riddle family doesn't treat you well?" Nicole shook her head. "You forgot I wasn't in the Riddle family before this. I did everything myself while living in the countryside. I'm doing well now. My parents and brothers take good care of me." When she and Mrs. When Wallace Sr. lived together, she also performed this chore handily.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

“Don’t you often find that position filled by a woman? It explains why you wouldn’t have time to focus on housecleaning.” “That and Hilda claimed years ago I could burn water and so I got banned from working in the main house’s kitchens.” “Who’s Hilda?” “She’s the chief cook and housekeeper at the p… main house. If you need anything for everyday living, you talk to her. She gets it all cleared away for accounting and such.” “Wait, you pool money together? Don’t you have your own money?”