Maid’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Anderson pushed her to the ground, but Dama still wore a smile. “I am a maid, and I accept that. I have served your daughter since my days of youth. I was barely ten when I began, and this is the thanks I get. Not that I expected much, but you should know your daughter needs you more. She is willful, and I doubt she will learn after this.” Dama needed not say more, for the guards carried her out. She was thrown out of the Anderson mansion with her little baggage.

“I’ve heard she’s absolutely beautiful, though.” The first maid beams. “Simply stunning. And the daughter of the Alpha of the Snakefang pack, too–that means she’s powerful, no doubt.” “Finally, Spencer is with a girl who actually deserves him,” the second maid says, looking down at me with a pointed glare. “Watch yourselves,” I warn, gritting my teeth. The first maid tugs at my hair, making me wince. “Oh, please,” she replies. “I can’t imagine Spencer will keep you along for much longer, now that he’s found a much better replacement.”

"Jolie, I know this may seem far-fetched, but trust me, I’m telling the truth. Believe me, that’s who I really am." "Don’t you wonder where I came from? I just showed up out of nowhere, and I’m not afraid to stand up to Cara. Doesn’t that make you curious about me?" "No one here has ever dared to defend themselves as I have. So why would you doubt my words? I assure you, I am the king’s daughter. My courage and conviction should be proof enough of my royal blood." "Oh, spare me the drama!" Cara snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "Who do you think you are, claiming to be a princess? You’re just a lowly omega, and lying about being royalty will only get you punished. Stop feeding me thi

It had been ages since she was used as a lackey and she thought she had escaped that kind of life already. Only to be brought here to be humiliated by the lowly fisherman’s daughter. At that moment, Maya turned her head to look at the head maid. It was as if she could read the elderly woman’s thoughts. Slowly, her lips curved into a small sinister smile that made the head maid jolts upright and straightened up from the dummy which she had been leaning on. “Hilda, what do you think of the dresses?” Maya asked, a malicious glint in her eyes.

she sobbed hysterically, scrubbing at her tear-streaked face with her sleeves. I gave her hands a comforting squeeze, leaning in close so only she could hear the poison I was about to drop. "Perhaps you didn’t fail as a mother," I whispered smoothly, letting my eyes darken. "Perhaps it was the very family you’re trying to protect who failed you." The maid immediately stopped crying for a second, shaking her head frantically. "No... no, I was the one who suggested giving my daughter to them to raise when she was a baby because I believed she would have a better, wealthier life..." Her voice cracked. "And then... watching her grow up as a spoiled brat only made me realize I had made the wrong

She was a tall, white skinned lady, with a short blonde hair, she looked like she was in her late forties. "Sono qui per abbandonare questa ragazzina, per favore proteggila. Sua madre è morta e non credo che sappia dov'è suo padre..." The calm man said and the white skinned lady listened intently. "My name is Miss Caterina" the white skinned lady said extending her hand to me. "My n-n-name is Serafina" I said, stammering. "Don't be afraid, this is going to be your new home from now henceforth", Miss Caterina said smiling widely.

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

I added, “don’t bother looking for a lawyer, and don’t even think about running. New Haven is Capelli territory. You can’t escape.” Without waiting to see his reaction, I headed straight downstairs. Below, the servants cowered in the corners, too afraid to make a sound. Their eyes were filled with sheer terror. Never in their wildest dreams did they think that the full-time housewife they gossiped about so casually was actually the daughter of the all-powerful Capelli family. I didn’t linger and went straight to Grace’s room. She was still sound asleep, her little brows slightly furrowed as if she were having a bad dream.

Lady Marie ordered the head maid and another maid who was standing beside her . And to her horror , the maid grabbed little Chelsea and stripped her bare to her undergarments , the little girl screamed and flailed and kicked but no one listened to her , Lady Marie was looking at her almost naked daughter as if she was looking at something dirty on her heel and then without even batting an eye she raised the whip high above her head , which struck the then five year old Chelsea . She raised it once; twice and the cycle continued until the little girl's back was covered in her own blood.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...