Husband Maid Novels & Stories

Both women turned toward the sound from the top of the stairs. Isis appeared - elegant, poised, and all authority. A woman in her fifties whose reputation filled Upland like a shadow. Widow of the former Judge, and second only to the king in wealth, her smirk was ice wrapped in silk. "You shouldn't teach my prospective maid to gossip," Isis said coolly, fixing a sharp gaze on Cressida. Cressida gave Amber a final, pitiful look. "Be strong," she murmured, then faced Isis. "I'm leaving."

"Two years ago, there was another maid. Beautiful girl, about your age. He got obsessed with her for about three months. Private dinners, gifts, the whole thing. And then one day, she was just... gone. Dismissed. No explanation. No references." The words felt like ice water. "What happened to her?" "No idea. Mrs. Chen won't talk about it. But the point is...Mr. Blackwood doesn't do relationships. He does obsessions. And when the obsession ends, so does everything else." Aria's chest tightened. Was that all this was? An obsession that would burn out? "I appreciate the warning," she said carefully. "But I can handle myself."

Every human maid that was brought in the castle was already serving the white family before she was brought over to serve the only young master of the White family. Taking the name of the young master was not allowed to anyone except Housekeeper Alvin. Even he would only do it when necessary. The owner of the Mansion was someone who liked things neat and clean and hated messy environments. Apart from Mary, there were five other maids who were staying in the mansion and helping Housekeeper Alvin to take care of it.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

"Heh, are you afraid that I will steal your husband? I just came to send an invitation but you are accusing me of being a thief and a bitch who will steal him." "I didn't think that you would steal my husband, all I could think of was that you would flirt with him. I never mentioned anything about stealing, but you said it yourself, so that is indeed your intention..." I smirk as I look at her. “If she refuses to leave, call the guards to throw her away!” I ordered the maid before I turned around to leave. I even saw the maid approach her and escorted her out of the mansion before I could finally climb the stairs.

said one of them and as soon as finished speaking, the four of them began their task, two of them approaching her. She staggered back and sat on the headboard warily, "Wait, what the hell is going on? What are you going to do?" She blurted, stopping them from reaching her. But the maids were like robots "We'll start washing you up Mistress" they held her even though she was protesting. "What? No! I can wash myself! I don't need someone to do that!" They dragged her to the washroom and locked the door, without a warning they stripped her off her pajamas, she gasped and stared at them. "What the hell? Where is my husband? Call him now!" She screamed, but the robots continued their work, bathin

“Everyone is saying you're trying to trap my husband.” I cocked one eyebrow, “Your husband? What would a princess want with the husband of a maid?” I saw the flashing sign of anger on her face and smirked. “I'm not longer a maid, Princess Odessa. It pains me that I have to constantly remind you about that.” She sighed, her hands rubbing her stomach provocatively. “No matter how hard you try to make garbage pretty, it's still garbage. A maid can wear a tiara but that doesn't stop her from being a maid and a lowlife. I want nothing to do with your husband, he's just like you, trash under my feet.”

Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.

Covered my pale skin with a bathrobe and walked outta the bathroom and almost immediately a knock landed on the door and a maid walked in with a tray filled with lunch but I really wasn't hungry. "You can take it back, I'm not Hungry..." My voice was so hoarse when I spoke but she didn't move from where she was standing but I was really nervous... "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't do that... The master would fire me If I fail to make you eat your meal..." The maid helplessly mumbled... She was the maid in charge of bringing the young madam her meals and would lose her job if her job isn't done properly.... Sir Adrian, the Master's secretary had already informed them about the young miss being the