Husband Maid Novels & Stories

He looked around his house and it was still in the same state it’s been since the death of Kate. By now he knew it was time to get a maid. After much contemplation and brooding over it over and over Marcus knew his decision of getting a maid is actually a right one.Fearing the unknown,Marcus reluctantly decided to advertise for the position, he picked up his phone and pulled a call through to the Manager of his company,Sandra. Sandra has been working with Marcus for six years and by now she handles the company efficiently even in Marcus’s absence. “I trust she’ll do this right”,he said silently to himself.

The calmness of the morning around me, made everything feel peaceful and new, like a fresh start to the day. The maids were busy with their chores, some scrubbing the floors while others cleaned the walls. As I passed, they quickly noticed me and paused, lowering their heads in respect. They moved aside waiting for me to move by. I nodded slightly, continuing on my way, their presence a silent acknowledgment of my authority in the castle. If only the maid who was fucking my husband could acknowledge that she was playing with fire, did she ever stop to think about what I would do to her if I find out she was fucking my husband and even have the guts to talk about me disrespectfully?

While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house. Even though none of the girls living in the mansion has seen Mr Ho up close, the only thing they’re familiar with is his voice, side views and really loud intimate sessions his friends have with girls brought from the Harem. Desire picked up the love letter in front of the mirror stand and smiled at the memory of Chang, the guy who had been secretly sending her love letters after they had met on her first day out of the mansion. She’ll be thrilled to see him again. It has been six years and eleven months since Desire was brought into the house and a month to her becoming a

“Bullsh*t! What are you talking about? Who seduced your husband? Are you even in your right mind!?” “Oh my, where did you muster the courage to assert that it’s not you? You little b*tch, there are so many things out there that you can learn and pick up at such a young age, and you’ve actually chosen to learn how to seduce another woman’s husband?” Maizie argued furiously, “Aunty, have you taken me for the wrong woman? Do you even know who I am?” The middle-aged woman pointed at her nose. “You’re Maizie Hannigan, aren’t you? The mistress that my husband is trying his best to keep out of my sight!”

Always leave your plate In the dinning for the maid to come and pick, the future first lady shouldn't been seen dolng that" Kunle says "Yes sir" I replied coldly. " What do you expect from a village girl like her, if not for what happen she should be among the cleaners of this house but because of the scandal she caused us, we have no choice than to let her be a fake wife and you Shade, don't let it get into your head that my son is marrying you as a wife, you are nothing but just a figure head wife, I dont even know how a half baked like you will represent well out there" she hissed.

She could not let that happen. She blocked Lana's path and said, "Listen, you are no longer welcomed here in this house or in Stanley's life." But I am his wife." Lana replied. Savy smiled and slapped her hard across her cheeks, "How dare you? I can see you've gotten some spine because Stanley decided to look at you or allow you to substitute for me. You now think that you have a right to speak. Do not forget that you're a maid bought from the market, and your purpose in this house was temporary. Do you think you'll become Stanley's wife and spend the rest of your life by his side?"

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

Another maid stood behind me, brushing my hair through with long strokes. “You’re so lucky,” she said breathlessly. “Do you know how many women would die to be where you are?” Lucky? I nearly laughed. If only she knew. The first maid nodded eagerly as she applied powder along my collarbone. “Don Richardson never keeps a woman,” she continued. “Not for more than a month. Some as short as a week. And now look at you, his wife.” I swallowed hard. I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until she reached out and squeezed one.

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."