Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process. All the items of the two were well stored in my safe in my mansion, I will not sell or dispose of any of them, they will all be well kept so that if something is useful, I can use it to my advantage at some point, although I think I will never find a use for so many fu

"Of course I know. She was the bastard brought to this house, but it turns out she’s not just a bastard but a witch who killed her own parents and tried to frame someone else for it." Immediately after she uttered those words, May landed a heavy slap on her, causing her to stagger backward. As the maid tried to say something else, May slapped her again, sending her to the ground. "Do you see my leg?" I asked, pointing to my cast. "Their daughter did this to me. If you don’t want me to leave and return with the cops, kindly move your disgusting face away from the door." I said, and she fumed in anger. Without minding her, May pushed her aside and helped me inside while the maid still sat on t

However, the sassy maid who was reluctant to help her fellow mind, snapped her neck and asked " Aren't you a maid's daughter? Why are you giving her permission to leave when you hold no such power?" Upon hearing this, something clicked in the other maid's mind and unhappiness squeezed her heart. Yes! Nina was a maid's daughter, she did not have the power to give her permission. What luck! " She is right miss Nina " commented the other maid, feeling dejected. She took steps toward Nina's frozen face and attempted to take away the tray. Nina stiffened yet smiled. She curled her toes to control her emotions. ' What an insult! How could I be compared to the maid? Is there any maid who is as stun

A face I hadn’t seen before but something about it stuck in my mind. I remembered thinking she didn’t look like she belonged there. My stomach dropped as I staggered back a step like someone had punched me. “No,” I whispered. Another memory followed more clearer this time. My mother’s voice was low and annoyed “That new maid brought her daughter again. I told her not to.” My father replied. “As long as she stays out of sight.” I sucked in a sharp breath piecing everything together. The girl by the door... The girl with the tray...

The butler's daughter. Isla Parker. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. I called my assistant. "I need you to find information about a maid who worked for my family," I said, my voice hoarse. "Her name was Blackwell. She had a daughter named Mary Blackwell. Get back to me as soon as possible." I stood outside for several minutes, unable to decide if I should go back inside or run as far away from this nightmare as possible. Then Leo came out.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

The maids worked silently, their faces blank, though I saw pity flicker in some of their eyes. Two of them stood in the corner, whispering to each other. “Oh, poor thing,” one said softly. “So young and beautiful... and her father sold her.” “I heard his kingdom was crashing so he sold his daughter to save himself.” “She’s just seventeen,” the first maid said again with fake concern. “How could her own father offer his daughter to the monster himself… moon goddess, please show her mercy.” Their words stabbed me like knives. Every piece of pity only made me feel like another blade was twisting in my heart.

No wonder Riley insisted on having her sleeping here, it was a little girl’s mansion. I heard music talking coming from the back as I approached the house so I followed it. I looked between the cracks of the gate and saw the group of girls dancing and playing in their pajamas. My attention was quickly drawn to August who was talking to a woman. She was stunning and matched the settling of his home. She also looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Maybe her type was what he was looking for, put together classy businesswoman.

Steffany asked, her suspicion growing. The maid bowed her head, clearly uncomfortable. “What is it? Did something happen?” Steffany pressed, noticing the maid's hesitant demeanor. “T-The Master will be up shortly. He asked us to prepare the room for his daughter,” the young woman stammered. “What did you just say?” Steffany’s eyes widened, then narrowed sharply. “Which daughter are you talking about?” The maid gulped nervously. “The true young lady of this family has returned, Madam.”

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream. “Harper Holmes?” she said