Novel & Cerita Lucky Housekeeper

she encourages. Adjacent to the kitchen is the mudroom, which has a back door leading to the garden, and a laundry room, where I meet Lacy, the housekeeper. She’s an older woman with crinkly eyes and a warm smile that instantly warms me to her. "Pleased to meet you, Zahra," she says, her voice as comforting as a warm blanket. Her presence adds a homely touch to the otherwise intimidatingly beautiful house.

" 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."

By this time, Lucky had fallen asleep while watching her cartoon. While Luke excused himself to go to his friends, Camila took Lucky to bed. Despite the day’s sad beginning, it seemed that God planned for other good things as now she was the owner of a big house. This should call for a celebration but sadly she was all alone, so alone with no one to share this day with.

That was why he was too ashamed to see old master Clemon. In the car, Linux handled his work using a laptop, while Lucky lay by his feet obediently. Lucky was a stray dog that Linux had picked up when he went to a farm just outside the city to pick strawberries. It was a big and yellow dog which Linux liked very much. He even had Lucky styled by a groomer and made several beautiful collars for it. Lucky was also brilliant, it was actually the smartest dog in their family. Even the most mischievous Kater did not dare to bully Lucky. If it offended Lucky, it would only meet a tragic end.

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

How much more could he have done for an unknown woman he had met just a few days ago? His little gesture touched me and overwhelmed me with gratitude for his actions. He did things for me without saying much. A week had passed, and I could no longer tolerate the suffocating confines of the hospital room any longer. The looming hospital expenses were now consuming my thoughts. I was a simple housekeeper, and the cost of my hospital stay was a burden I couldn't ignore. I had to think of a way to pay it. To my surprise, Mrs. Cha paid an unexpected visit. Her presence was like a breath of fresh air in the sterile hospital room. I was relieved to see her since she had always been my source of wis

He later made it to the kitchen for anything edible for my growling stomach. “Merissa left this for you.” He came in with a bowl of soup the housekeeper had reserved for my late dinner. Like she knew I would be coming home drunk. Lucky helped me up and made to feed me the soup. “I am not sick,” I interjected. “You are drunk.” “Do I still look drunk to you?” “Then I will take my leave,” Lucky said, standing up. “I am drunk! Fuvk it!” I saw Lucky smiling at my desperation to keep him with me. He always sees me this way, but the good thing is that he returned to my side.

Lucky's POV I was reading the document that Camilla sent to me. I'm thankful that her family owns a security and detective agency. Her family is rich, though not as rich as the Damien or Mr. Keller's. Chewing my bottom lip, I stared at the name on the screen. Rain Thompson 29 years old Orphan I heaved a sigh. She worked in a factory and now she owns a pastry shop. She's a beautiful woman. Her skin is fair. Her face is small and her hair is straight and black. She literally looks like an innocent woman untouched by the cruelty of the world. Funny as it may sound but I really find her as a threat.

As a result, the housekeeper only came for cleaning on weekends. Now that Lani and he were back together, they wanted to experience life as a couple and had no intention of calling the housekeeper anymore. While he was tidying up, Lani sat on the sofa, propped her feet up, and enjoyed a snack while watching a popular recent game show on television. The laughter from the show occasionally echoes through the house.

I legit thought I was dreaming. The front door? Wide open. Warm light poured out from the kitchen. Inside, a picture-perfect little "family of four" was living their best evening. Guy at the stove with a spatula. Girl behind him, tying an apron around his waist. Two kids were zoned out on the couch, glued to a cartoon. Cute, right? Except the guy playing happy husband? That was Jack Mihoff. My husband. They were so into their Hallmark moment, they didn't even clock me standing there.