Maid Envy Novels & Stories

“I can get you a better one for just 20k.” Maeve smiled after taking the bag but it did not reach her eyes, as she said coldly, “You know what Sandra; I hate how close you are to my man and I think I’ve had enough.” “Maeve,” Sandra paled instantly. Maeve maintained her smile and went on to say, “Don’t worry, the only reason why I haven’t burned your hair and face with acid is because I don’t want my maid of honor looking ugly on my wedding day.”

She gaped her eyes on the clothes on mannequins and in the racks. "Choose anything you want. I'm a VIP here!" Eve formed a fake smile. The servant felt she just won a lottery that she took random clothes and went to the fitting room. Eve was just watching while she shook her head. She couldn't imagine her life would turn out this way. Prepping a maid spending thousands of dollars for her just to obey her commands. Sometimes she thought, she was the pet here and not the one in the fitting room.

Her face colored with embarrassment and her hands flew to her cheeks as if to hide it. But what chance did she have? Prince Arnold might choose a bride before she even turned eighteen. And she was just a maid. What could ever bring them together? Even if they did cross paths, he wouldn't give her a second glance. She wasn't fancy. Rhea had all the fancy dresses. Still, Amber didn't know what to make of Isis's dream—except that everyone had the right to one. "Do you have any dreams, Amber?" Isis asked, turning her sharp gaze on her.

I bet he wants me in his bed since i ran out on him, but he just met the shock of his life’, she thought to herself and sat down with her head still bent. “I know you are a man, and men don’t just give out money or gifts without expecting something in return. Let me give it to you straight. I am not like other girls. Unfortunately, you met me in that scenario yesterday, and I am sorry about that, but I am not like that. I can work for you as a maid or as your secretary if you need one or you could send me as a maid to your parents. All these I will do to repay you but I will not grace your bed with my body for you to use. My body is meant for my husband alone and that will be on our wedding

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?

Stanley stared at Savy in surprise, "what nonsense are you talking about?" "I know what I am saying Stanley," she replied. "You are someone who doesn't even speak to other girls and suddenly you bring a young and beautiful girl into our home and claim she is your maid. Is it because she is younger than me? Do you consider me old or have you gotten tired of me?" Stanley stared at Savy with a helpless expression on his face and sighed, "my heart moved me to help her because she was forcefully taken to the black market and auctioned off.

I've never thought of myself as attractive but the woman looking back at me was breathtaking. A shriek broke me from my trance, I look to see that Mavy had come in and by the shriek, she loves the way I look. "Oh my gosh Adea, you look SO good. We chose the right dress!" "Thanks, Mavy," I say with a blush. "I think you clean up really nice too!"

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

At that moment, every maid in the mansion—once too afraid to even look her in the eye—had officially declared war… on frizz, dull skin, and outdated shoes. Izora Draven had just gained herself an elite glam squad. And none of them were going to let the mafia boss’s wife walk through those halls looking like anything less than perfection.

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”