Novel & Cerita Husband Maid

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?"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"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."

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

she answered. “What does she look like then?” Chelsea asked. The maid scratches her nape as she tries to remember what the woman looks like. She looks quite like you, Miss, but she has long red hair. We are almost the same height. She also makes me hurry to call you…” The maid answered while seeming to be in a hurry. It was obvious from Chelsea’s face that she knew who had visited the mansion. “I see. I will be there. Please tell her to wait for me in the living room, and also tell her to not touch anything.”

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.”