Jasmine Vega Maid Novels & Stories

Her partner replies. The first maid scoffs and rolls her eyes. There is a noticeable tinge of disgust and jealousy in her next words, “He came to see that bitch, Isadora or whatever she calls herself. Even as a captive here she is really so pompous with the ugly face of hers always giving us a poker look. Does she think she is better than us? Darn, I haven’t seen her do any work around the Vineyards like she was assigned!” She bites her thumb, “Not like we can do anything about it. Somehow she’s got Madam Imelda’s backing.”

His mother got this. She slid the door close and left with two of her maidens. While she was making her way toward the backside of the house where the veranda was, she saw Megara standing in front of Evandros door, knocking on it. Her meeting was already over? She thought and ambled up to that little maiden. "He is not in his room," Jasmine said and noticed her flinching. She abruptly turned around and bowed at her with respect but by the time she walked past her, she noticed wrath dancing in those green orbs of that little maiden's eyes.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

As soon as I stepped in front of Madam Anna, she issued a command. Before I heard the rest of what Madam Anna had to say, I squatted down in the plush chair that was there. "About you voluntarily going to the chicken coop to collect an egg to prepare the butter cake, I heard Mrs. White narrated," Madam Anna said. "I have made the decision to hire you as my family's maid solely due to the fact that you are a kind person. However, now that you work for our family as a maid, you are under strict orders not to wander around, not to tell any outsiders about the Curie family's history, and to only concentrate on your duties and responsibilities. You would be able to maintain your employment at thi

She had a nice voice too, I must confess. Jones? Was I just imagining things, or could she be a member of the Jones family? She couldn’t be. Maybe it was just a coincidence that the surname matched. If she was from the Jones family, what would she be doing here, searching for a job as a maid? But even if she wasn’t from the Jones family, still why was she be looking for a maid’s job? I looked at her from head to toe. She didn’t look like one. Her skin was flawless, and she had the latest iPhone 13 Pro Max in her hands. So why would she want to be a maid?

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

The maid did as I instructed, but just as she was about to pour the drink into Jasmine’s cup, she stopped her. “Hey it’s that mine?” she asked and the maid affirmed. “Oh, I don’t want to take that drink. You know what, give me the cup. I will serve myself.” Before the maid could protest, Jasmine had snatched the cup from her. The maid turned to look at me and I signaled her to let it be. I kept my eyes on Jasmine. She reached for one of the jars of wine and served herself, laughing with the fool, Prisca.

I hesitated, then relented, staying by her side as she knelt on the ground. I felt a deep, piercing disappointment as I watched Jolie, an Omega, willingly abandon her self-worth by kneeling before them. It was heartbreaking to witness. By surrendering like this, she was only inviting further humiliation from the Gammas. Her submission would likely embolden them to degrade her even more.

Buenavista's mistreatment towards them. My name is Anna, I used to work as a maid in the Buenavista mansion and during my time there, I experienced excessive maltreatment from Madam Buenavista. She would get angry over things that were not our fault. There were times when she would be annoyed and if you happened to be the first person she saw, you would definitely receive a slap even if you did nothing wrong. That old lady should not be allowed to go unpunished. She will victimize many more people if you let her do what she wants. #ExposeMadamBuenavista