I Raised An Obsessive Servant Novels & Stories

I hiss angrily, hoping I was right. "I'm sorry sweetie but it wasn't. I made her your secretary so she can directly serve you and won't disturb you too much." She says. "Her presence in my life alone is a disturbance, but don't worry mom, I can still trample all over her as much as I want." I reply to her with different images of me walking all over her at work. I sincerely hope the dump bitch takes the job. It would be fun to watch her slave around while I sashay all over the place and take what's her without her even realising it.

I asked, already thumbing through the documents. He hesitated. “There’s a contact of mine near the Arsenale district. She knows the underground better than anyone. Her name’s Camilla.” I raised a brow. “Old flame?” “She doesn’t have a pulse anymore.” I blinked. “You killed her?” “No. She’s just not… who she used to be.” Great. Cryptic Rob was back. He stood up, the silence stretching between us as he moved to the kettle. “How much sugar?” “One,” I answered.

" Ohhh Aisling you are never going to fix anything you are just a trouble making girl who always be in a trouble. " I walked upstairs after he leaves the house, his servent was looking forward to me. I was thinking how annoying she is ? I don't see a wolf like her who is that much annoying. Why she always stair me like I'm doing wrong. I went to my room and jumped over the bed, there was nothing to do here. I don't understand why I'm here? why I'm living here? I was working here for him and his so called servent are giving me attitude.

He's right, after all, she should have asked him before preparing the coffee. "I'll just make another one sir" she muttered, she took the coffee and left the office. Charles touched his forehead in frustration, he shouldn't have overreacted and he knows that, but he just hates it when there is sugar in his coffee, it makes him remember his old past he had long buried. The door opened, he was expecting it to be Hailey but was disappointed to find Mr Monterio entering the room with a lady behind him. Charles scoffed. Like seriously? This early morning?

A gorgeous man in white, and a handsome one with black hairs, two familiar faces, Alex and Zen. They finally found me. Their eyes were fixed on me. A smirk appeared in Alex's face. Zen's face was full of jealousy. Their eyes slowly followed where Edward was still doing his painting. I quickly turned back. Edward was so focused on his painting that he didn't even realise their presence. A wolf's obsession never dies, I remembered. I turned back and screamed from the top of my lungs, "Edward, Run!"

Just like it takes two to tango, similarly, it takes two parents to raise a child. A few months have passed. And she felt as if she was getting rotten by being alone and doing nothing at home. The servants were everywhere. They won't even let her touch the floor. She just had to command and everything would be at her disposal. They treated her like queen and she was well aware it was due to the terror and respect they had in for Shehryaar. But she wanted to make use of herself. She wanted to work. Or anything. That would have her mind invested somewhere rather than just letting it run wild in her imagination. She had decided to talk to Amna about her job.

Or are you his wife? “Not like that…” She tried to speak but I cut her off. “You better respect yourself, Rita. You should know that I am carrying the Heir to the Steel's Group. If you don't have respect for me, at least show some respect to the Unborn Heir to the Steel Family wealth!” “Excuse me!” I hissed, walking out on Rita. I wonder what type of Servants we have nowadays. They are so rude. When Ivy was still here, they respected her so much but me? They are always showing off!

Reina Austin and I shared a hateful glare from across the table as Brock and my mom were too busy clinging to each other and laughing. I knew what that glare said. I could translate it anywhere. And it meant, "I don't trust you one bit." As if he could read my mind, he finally spoke, his gaze panning towards his dad. "If I were you, I'd be more careful so I don’t become the exploited. I thought that was one lesson of becoming a successful politician."

I didn't put on panties or a bra to simply seduce him into bed. “Have you gone nuts? The servants could read the meaning into our close proximity.” he screeched his eyes flamed up to the servants busy decorating the living room. When did Kessler start giving a fuck about what people think? The Servants won't notice a thing. Just like their madam I got them under my hold. They won't say a word or think ill besides it's their Madam best friend and dotted husband.