Novel & Cerita Housewive Stories

I only cook at night his penthouse not wasting too many ingredients and choose the fast recipe. I met his housekeeper a middle-aged blonde woman. She cleans all the rooms in the house. I asked her to help her out because she is going to do the laundry but she refused. I didn’t stop asking so in the end she agreed. I cleaned the living room, my room, and also the bathrooms here, the rest she is the one who cleaned it. I cooked some lunch for us to eat; cleaning the whole penthouse must tire her. I experience it no doubt it was tiring. We talked for a while she has 3 sons and 2 daughters, she works just for extra income so she can spend some money on their bonding, birthdays, and helping her h

A week passed but Chloe was yet to make any discovery that could serve as a lead. Instead, the week was filled with chores and chores and a quiet house as the men were hardly around. But then, taking care of a huge house was more than she had anticipated. After her second day, Chloe just had to appreciate the fact that Lucille was employed as her partner. With tiredness coursing through her system as that particular day happened to be more tedious considering that she helped Madam Lugi, the head domestic help (she is mainly the cook) with the laundry. There were so many clothes enough for a community of fifty people to wear repeatedly for three years.

Blue had never dreamed of being married at eighteen. She’d managed to cook dinner for them a handful of times, with the help of online recipes. Though she hadn’t eaten much at all after her weeklong battle with food poisoning post-hotel food crash diet. She’d changed their sheets on her own. Washed and hung the laundry with the help of Vincent’s housekeepers. Shaved the man. Washed the dishes. Rearranged the bedroom to her liking, more from boredom than anything. Managed to shower once a day for almost an entire week.

"Of course! You know so many people like Mrs. B. If you're not wholeheartedly in love with her or didn't treat her well, how could she commit to building a life with you? "She even risked her life for you. While staying at Riverview Residence Unit One, you did all the cooking. "After moving to another place, you had household staff, so they did it instead. But you still occasionally cooked for her." "Who washed the dishes then?" "Of course, it's you. You said it's your home, and you're a germaphobe. So, when you lived in Riverview Residence Unit One, you didn't even hire a part-time maid.

In a mansion on the outskirts of Y city. Grainne spent all day in her new home, making a very happy newlywed wife. Every day waiting for Carwyn to come home from work, cook delicious food for him to eat. She likes the feeling of going to the kitchen by herself cook for him, so he refused his request to hire a maid, not even a bodyguard. She said they are just an ordinary couple now, why should there be so many unnecessary outsiders in the house. Now she just wanted to live in a world of two.

Coffee in hand, and slowly, we started talking. I learned her husband built that house. That her daughter used to swing from the fig tree out back. That she made the best cassava cakes on the block. It took six days. Six days of stories, tears, and me promising to preserve the garden wall and the porch swing. She signed. "Only because you listened. The others didn’t." I thanked her, more touched than I expected. And she handed me a little envelope before hugging me and seeing me off to my car.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

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.

For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

"I was cleaning up while he was in the hospital and found all the past due bills stashed in a drawer." "Jesus," I mutter under my breath. "We can't lose the house, it's the only thing left we have to remind us of mom." When I was little mom told me the story of how she got the house. Mom spotted it and new it was the one, but it wasn't even on the market. Dad found another house across town and right before mom and dad made an offer on the house across town, the one went for sale and they but was out of their budget. Mom sold her car which that she worked for everyday as a teenager just to get the house. She said she knew it was the one to raise a family in. There were so many flaws, but her