Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Kaiden thundered and a woman in her fifties rose up gently, her legs shaking terribly and her entire torso bowing as she refused to meet the King’s eye. “Y-your Majesty.” “Does this maid have any relative in the palace? A sibling, a best friend or a mate?” Kaiden asked. “No, no, no! Please! Your Majesty…Please!” The young maid yelled. “She doesn't have a sibling, Your Majesty. She has a best friend though and her son. He's still a suckling and her mate died recently…in the rogue attack.” Kaiden cocked his head to the side and looked at his General beside him.

I sank onto my worn-out bed, feeling the ache deep in my bones. After cleaning the mansion for the third time today alongside the other maids, I could hardly keep my eyes open. My stepmother, always ready to find another speck of dust, didn't seem to care that I, too, was Mr Dean Morgan's daughter. To her, I was only a maid's daughter—a reminder of the scandal she'd rather forget. My mother was once a maid here, but then she and my father crossed a line, and I was the result.

I also would not have written this letter out if fear but my pity and hatred for my master, Donga, pushed me to writing this letter. Sarah is such an unfortunate child. Very sweet but unfortunate. My master started torturing her on the night her mother died while giving birth to her. As a newborn, he threw her to the ground and she would have died had I not caught her. Since that day, it has been beatings, slaps, starvation, and so much more. He starved that baby so much that the maids had always pack the remnants of their meals just so she could eat. She worked day and night, but without any other payment but torture.

She stepped closer to the mirror. "I am a Laurent. I am Isabella Laurent's daughter. This is my name. This is my blood. This house is my blood. That company is my father's blood. They tried to erase her. They tried to erase me. They won't.I am my Father's Daughter.I am the Maid Heiress" Her fist curled.

Leaving me to suffer the consequences of theft. Once I’m dressed, and wearing my red shoes, she lets the maids back in. They obviously are not impressed with the long shift that I am wearing under the black dress. “My daughter is very shy,” Mother says and the maids accept this explanation. Gretta arrived and gave the maid that was braiding my hair a small bag with the hair charms that were placed on the table next to me. I watched as she carefully picked out the metal and bone charms that would be used.

Out of all the staff in this house. Cassandra is the biggest nuisance. There is nowhere I can go to escape her. She is so nosy. Most of the staff pity me. But Cassandra is one out of two who can’t resist. The other thorn in my side is Martha. A woman in her forties and the head of staff. A glorified assistant of the mansion.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Maya Carter is a maid in the Romano mansion, barely surviving on dialysis while keeping her kidney failure a secret. Cold, ruthless Don Salvatore Romano hires her and expects silence, obedience, and invisibility. But when Maya collapses in the west wing and Sal finds her, something shifts. He notices her. He protects her. And slowly, the house that felt like a prison starts to feel like home. As Sal begins to care for Maya, enemies start watching. When Maya’s brother shows up asking for money, Sal chooses her over family. When Maya’s health crashes, Sal makes the impossible choice: he gives her his kidney. Going public at a gala puts a target on Maya’s back. A knife and her ph

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

When I found out I was suffering from heart failure, I was given ten days left to live. For the first time in my life, I smiled because I could finally repay Don Santos for taking me in. To repay Frank Santos' debt, I became his daughter's personal maid in private for 12 years, although I was his adopted daughter in name. I willingly endured all of Principessa Jackie Santos' tantrums. Jenny made me stay in the dark, damp basement and never allowed me to share the table when the family had their meals. On several trips that I had accompanied her on, Jenny left me behind on the outskirts on purpose and made me walk back on my own. I snapped out of the memories and dragged my exhausted bo