Novel & Cerita Husband Maid

she said again feeling helpless; this place might actually driver her nuts. “Many would have been grateful, to bear the McClain’s name, to get whatever they want or need, to have me as a husband” he said, his voice teasing and she hated it. Furry, she felt cold furry. The threats of the maid resounded in her mind- ‘you are nothing but a slut and soon he would tire of you’, the old maid wasn’t lying, her husband saw her as dirt. “You married me, as a wife! As an equal!, how dare you and your stupid maid disrespect me, how dare you disrespect me even on our wedding day”

The maid said in a shaky voice: “Before I became a rogue, I was a maid working in this elder’s house. My mistress suspected her husband of having an affair. And she thought he was banging one of the maids in the house. She fired and expelled all of us for it!” The maid pointed a finger at Chloe and snarled furiously: “But it was you! I lost my job, left my hometown, and became a rogue because of you! You tramp…Why did you have to fuck another woman’s husband?!” Chloe clenched her teeth looking humiliated, and growled, “Shut your fucking hole! I can do whatever I want!” “But my mistress had a miscarriage because of her husband’s affair!” the maid cried, “You have blood on your hand!”

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

“Eighteen? Are you sure?" “Yes ma’am” “Will you be able to work here as an housemaid?”She asked. “Err..ma’am, actually it's my first time, I guess I will just try my best” I replied scratching my head as if it was itching. “You wanna try your best?I thought you were a professional”Mrs Benson said. I was dumbfounded. I mean, How dare she? How could she expect me to be a professional in a job that is more or less a slave?

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. A maid. My husband… my mate just called me a maid. As if I wasn’t his wife. As if the vows we had exchanged meant nothing. As if the love we once shared was nothing more than a distant memory that no longer mattered. I looked at Noah. He was standing so casually, as if everything was perfectly fine. The redhead looked me up and down, her lips curling into something between curiosity and mockery. "Noah," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper, “Did you really just call me your maid?"

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

She stated. “So, Mientras Estamos saliendo, sigo siendo tu sirvienta o consigo un reemplazo ( While we're dating, will I still be your maid or you'd get a replacement )?" She inquired. “I was thinking about that, you're no more the maid. The new one would start tomorrow, and then you become the caretaker. You run the affairs of my home, my home is your office." He told her as he leaned in for a kiss.