Husband Maid Novels & Stories

I wanted to call him and ask Liam for the matter. My maid is so upset on the way Sia treated me. She continues repeating how Sia even call my husband her darling brother. To them, Liam had thought them I'm his wife. The maid also began to give me some advices, because she wants me to be a confidence person not allowing Sia to disrespect me in my husband's apartment. I don't bother with her words infact at the end she even make me smile. No one of them can understand the condition am I, because they're all after what they're seeing.

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

Earlier that day, while I was doing the utensils back at their place, they had walked in and started insulting me. ***Flash Back**** "Pathetic", Ray hissed. "You are just a useless good for nothing beggar" Bryon supplied. 'Did you wipe off the countertops thoroughly?' Bryson asked, moving closer to where I stood by the sink. I could only nod, not trusting my voice at that moment. 'Use your fucking words maid. ' The word maid was dragged, spitting it out with disgust 'Yes. ' 'Good.' Ray answered, watching as his brother strode towards the refrigerator, an evil smirk etching it's way on his handsome yet evil face.

I asked one of the maids I sighted coming out from the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am. Sir Ignatius hasn't given me any instructions.” She answered, as my eyebrows furrowed. “Is this how things are done here, in this house?” I asked the maid who was already fidgeting. “Yes ma'am, we wait for his instructions. He gets mad whenever any of us go against his orders.” The maid replied, slowly bowing her head. “But I'm his wife now.” I said to the maid, lifting her chin to look at me. At this point, the maid was already confused.

she pleaded, voice trembling with hope. A strikingly handsome man stood at the doorway to the luxurious hotel suite he’d reserved. Tall, well over six feet, he strode in, clearly pleased by the scene before him. On the bed lay a woman, her body bound, her pale skin contrasting the cream-colored floral dress she wore. “Please help me. I beg you, untie me,” Cordelia implored, sensing someone approach. The handsome stranger didn’t reply. He simply smirked, a thin smile tugging at his lips. “Perfect. You’re stunning.”

"We’ve successfully triggered the margin calls. Marcus Sterling is currently calling every contact he has. No one is picking up." Caleb’s lips pulled into a thin, ruthless smile. He turned to Ava. "You see that? That’s the sound of a 'Straight Win.' By tomorrow, the man who offered you a job as a maid won't be able to afford a broom." Ava looked at the screen, then back at the man who was legally her husband. "Why me, Caleb? You could have married anyone. Why pick the daughter of a bankrupt businessman?" Caleb stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His touch was electric, making her skin tingle.

She said and pushed me aside, causing me to stumble and nearly lose my balance as she made her way to the door. The other maids had gathered and watched the whole scenario like an audience. I wondered what they would be thinking of me now. That was a husband snatcher. A slutty maid who had the intention of destroying their mistress’s perfect marriage. But I wasn’t any of that. I wished they could see it clearly as I did. I wished they wouldn’t think that way.

’ the maid was very surprised and she lost her voice for a while. “‘Ok sir, thank you very much’’ She rushed to the kitchen so he would not see how flushed she was. She had been working in the Damon mansion for a very long time and she was the most frequent maid but this was the very first time Damon had spoken to her. She felt so honored, it had been her dream to be hired as a stable maid in the building as she loved Jane from the very first time she met her. Unlike the rich damsels of other families, she is married to the wealthiest still carries herself with grace, and is not pompous like others. She has always spoken to her calmly which she liked very much.

Maid Manual: As a maid, you must obey all the master's orders and complete them thoroughly. Everything about the maid belongs to the master, and she must not do anything that harms the master's interests. The maid must perform all household chores perfectly. If there is any disagreement, refer to the first three rules. At this point, Lydia felt too exhausted even to complain. Lambert was truly regressing. Who does he think he is? A teenager with a hero complex? What's with this maid manual? She was only here for the shares, forced to take care of his daily needs for a week. Besides, maids and servants are entirely different concepts!

she called out again and again. Smack! A sharp slap landed on her cheek from a maid. “Who do you think you are, calling the young master by his name?” the maid yelled. “Do you have a death wish? You must be the new maid, right? Then act like one! I’m your master—be obedient!” Fulvia, trembling, touched her stinging cheek. “N-no… I’m not a maid… I’m Henry’s wife.” Laughter exploded again. One maid scoffed, “Why would our handsome young master marry a beast like you?”