Novel & Cerita Husband Maid

When I got there, I saw a letter on her bed: I can't live in this misery, I wasn't born for this life, I had a boyfriend before I married your father, he was always very in love with me, I met him in the street and we talked, with that I found out that his wife had died, but the best part was that he was still in love with me and never forgot me, so he decided to give me a chance yesterday, today after you left for the interview I moved to his house, I asked him if I could take you, but he said that only I could go, I'm sorry, I'll try to get some money for you! I hope the interview went well and you got the job.

the maid replied, her attitude shocking Manuela. "I just want to ask if you took us to the right room, because it looked like a storage room," Manuela said. The maid glanced at her with a bored expression. "I took you to the right room. Why are you complaining?" the maid said, her disrespect further astounding Manuela. "Excuse me? You know I'm my boss's wife, right?" Manuela finally couldn't contain herself. The maid smirked. "Yes, we know. You're the one Master Uno married."

I cursed, snapping the car open to come around my wife’s side to lift her out of the car, throwing her over my shoulder when she made a noise of discomfort so that the milky globes of her behind shot out alluringly. “Evening Mr. McKenzie,” A fresh-faced maidservant I had never seen before had been idling at the door to my wife’s chambers, making me hesitate before pushing the for open. “Who are you?” I queried with an air of airlines I did not feel in the least bit. Shit, I felt as heavy as a freaking submarine made completely of iron-wrought metal. “I'm Miss Shepherd sir, the madam’s handmaiden,” She whispered softly, and I whirled to pin her with a suspicious look.

She had just finished her luxurious dinner alone, as if the sting of Harry’s earlier coldness had completely faded. The maid hesitated. Was it really a good idea to let Arabella take over her task? But as far as she knew, Arabella was the master’s wife. It wasn’t unusual for a wife to show care for her husband. That was the simple thought in the maid’s innocent mind. She had no idea that Harry and Arabella were merely husband and wife on paper. After a brief pause, the maid nodded and handed her the tray. “Here you go, Miss.” “Okay.”

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

“I’m in charge here, and if you ever defy or question me again, I will have you sweating it out in the garden! Remember you’re just a common maid. Know your place.” I nodded weakly, swallowing my arguments. Her words cut deep, but I had to control my tears from forming. Eight years, I’d worked so hard and given it my all to have a better life, but still, I hadn’t gone anywhere far, and now I was just some common maid, a nobody. At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if Luke had never called off our wedding. This was all my fault. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes now, but still, I couldn’t let myself give in.

LUCAS'S POV “Oh, let the poor maid go, darling. Besides, we both know there are more important things to get settled on.” I heard the calling voice, recognition clicking almost immediately. I gazed back into the tear filled eyes of the maid huddled up against the wall, watching as muffled gasps seeped out of her lips. I was just about to grab her by the neck when I heard her voice. Madame Browne, my pretend wife. I released a low chuckle, turning to face her slowly. My gaze caught her figure, long lustrous hair, thin figure, heavy make-up— she looked just as beautiful as the wife I'd left back home thirty two years ago.

Hans said before leaving the maid candidates. "I heard that the young master in this mansion had a failed marriage, so he needs to vent his anger over what happened to his future wife," someone whispered behind Lynda. "They say he's also disabled, if we qualify to be his servants, will we be able to last a month? Many say he's also very cruel and now I'm hesitant to continue being a maid here, it's just that the demands of my life that need this money can't avoid work." Mia turned to look at the two women whispering behind her, "Will you shut up? If he heard what you just said, who knows what will happen to you next!" Mia said and the woman snorted.

“You have something to say, little brother?” Julian’s fists balled. “You’re disgusting. Using her like—” “Careful,” Nicholas cut in, voice like a blade. “I don’t mind rearranging that pretty face in front of your fiancée.” Julian laughed, bitter and broken. “You think you own her? She’s not your toy, Nicholas. She never was. She’s just the pathetic little maid you—” I flinched so hard I nearly fell. The word maid hit like a slap. And the way he said it—like I was nothing, like I was dirt—cut deeper than I expected.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm here to work not to sleep with you" "Playing hard to get? I know all of those tricks two million?" "I'm sorry to tell you this sir, even if you offer billion, and even if your the richest man in the world I won't sleep with you,don't be too confident on your appearance, if you trick the other lady to sleep with you not me, gosh even your the most handsome in the world I don't dare to!" "Then your not qualified as a maid, get out" "Ok, sir I'll do it..."