Maid True Story Novels & Stories

She explained in a pleading tone. “And what is it about?” He leaned back, watching them tremble. The other one was trying to tap her not to speak. “You,” He pointed at her and she bit her lower lip. “Tell me what this rumor is about?” “It is…” She glanced at her friend before a painful expression took over face. “The thing is… Some days back, there was a rumor circulating around that a maid having an affair with a royal. When we asked one of the other maids, she said it was the maid that was brought from the werewolf realm.” His heart stopped beating a second. He fell forward into the pool, gripping his chest tight. His throat thickened as he forced a breath out.

the maid replied, her attitude shocking Manuela. "I just want to ask if you took us to the right room, because it looked like a storage room," Manuela said. The maid glanced at her with a bored expression. "I took you to the right room. Why are you complaining?" the maid said, her disrespect further astounding Manuela. "Excuse me? You know I'm my boss's wife, right?" Manuela finally couldn't contain herself. The maid smirked. "Yes, we know. You're the one Master Uno married."

Then he’ll decide what to do with her but right now he doesn’t give a shit as she’s guilty in his eyes until proven innocent. The sun rises and a women enters Mariah’s room and wakes her up. She’s a maid and she tells her that Sir Adam has ordered Mariah to wash herself up, change her clothes and come down. Mariah asks a lot of questions but the maid doesn’t answer any of her question. The maid is the first woman she’s seen since she came here. She had only seen men with guns in their hands. She thinks that this maid might be of some help but she doesn’t answer any questions. “Ma’am you’re a woman as well. I don’t know what they’re gonna do to me. Please help me get out of here. Please!” Mar

Mariana tried to convince the maid but the maid already made up her mind that she wasn't telling. "You can ask Mr Luke if you are curious to know about something, don't ask me, Don't implicate me"The maid said trying to leave but Mariana's next word stopped her in her track. "I was almost raped today by an unknown creature"she said in a voice that sounded more like a whisper,tears escaping her eyes. The maid turned her face to her direction staring at her with pity.

"No, Your Majesty, I am telling the truth. I was your maid twenty years ago, when you gave birth to your first child. But the one of the twins were stillborn. He did not survive the delivery. I was heartbroken for you and your husband. I wanted to spare you the pain of losing your child. So I did something terrible. I swapped your baby with another one. A baby that was born in the same night, in the same castle. A baby that belonged to me." Alexander turned to the old maid and glared at her, “Stop mother. Stop trying to play the victim here. You know that’s not the reason you exchanged me from birth. The old maid spoke again, her voice soft and sorrowful. "Alex, I am sorry for what I have do

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

She looked more alive than any ghost should look, yet the moonlight moved through her body whenever Maelor’s heartbeat struck the field. Ashina remained on her knees beyond us, sobbing with both hands around her stomach while her unborn child’s command shook her bones. Adolphus had stopped smiling, and that alone told me my mother’s return had broken a rule he thought belonged to him. The dead midwife hissed near the outer stones, clutching the burned ribbons like they were the last proof of her old crime. “Rudina,” Otsana whispered, and the name left her mouth like a daughter afraid love might disappear if spoken too loudly.

But as long as they thought about how this wicked woman deliberately harmed Gianna and manipulated them into hurting her, even the deepest affection would turn to hatred in a heartbeat. "Is she dead?" After a long while, Isabella barely managed to control her emotions. "Matteo, tell me. My daughter is still alive, isn't she? She's just hiding, right?" Matteo opened his mouth, but the words 'confirmed dead from advanced stomach cancer' would not come out. He refused to believe she was dead. As long as he had not seen the body with his own eyes, he would not believe it! Domenico wiped away his tears and resumed his serious demeanor. "I said long ago that only by marrying the Principessa and tr

Their chariots galloped along the deserts. “Lia … Lia …” a young maid called “Aunty Marietta, I was in the room …” a little girl answered, stepping out of what seemed like a royal room. “Oh ! I was just checking up on you … your mother asked you to come see her.” The maid said. “Aunt Marietta, I’m busy. My knitting has been giving me issues and I don’t really know how to go about it” Lia answered. “What’s wrong ? Do you mind if I can see it …” Marietta said, as she motioned to enter her room but was stopped as Lia went into the room to bring it her self

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the phone on the side table rang. She picked it up calmly, pressing it to her ear. “Yes, hello?” Her voice was soft but laced with intrigue. “Mrs. Brittany, I just wanted to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered his room. You’ll receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning,” the man on the other end replied in a cold, professional tone.