Maiden Lane Series Novels & Stories

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...

"It's up to you whether you want to believe it." Maya grabbed her wrist and warned her with a cold expression, "Mia, there's no way you can win him over. I'm the daughter of the Lane family in Nord City!" Mia raised her brows and retorted, "I really like how you can't even fend me off despite your deep hatred for me. All the best to you, Ms. Lane!" She gave Maya a pat on the shoulder before she strode quickly toward the elevator. Maya glared at her direction in disbelief. Her eyes were glinting with murderous intent.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

Right there was the policeman and Mrs Daves. "Mr Bryan Withney" The policeman called his name in full. "You are under arrest for murdering Mr Daves!" * * * * To Be Continued

"Send out everyone we can mobilize! I don't care if it's the black market, the docks, or rat holes in the slums. Search everywhere! "I need to see her alive or... No! She can't be dead!" The luxury car finally stopped at 13th Street. The place had already become ruins. He had personally ordered this place leveled because of Lucia. Among the rubble, a few large rats scurried about. The scene was desolate. Matteo pushed open the door and got out. He stumbled through the mud, his leather shoes becoming filthy and his pant legs torn by wire, but he felt nothing. Like a madman, he searched through the debris, moving heavy concrete slabs and kicking aside broken beams.

I asked. "Oh, good morning Emma, this is Hannah and she's the new maid Mr. Hollen hired." Halley turned to Hannah and gave a smile. She had a tanned skin tone, slightly darker than Halley's skin. She had jet black, cut in a short bob at the back of her neck, and bangs. Her eyes were hazel and bright. Her nose was straight and her lips were small, which went well with her narrow face. "New maid?" I asked, as if Halley had just stuttered.

I could hear bells from somewhere distant. The fifth ring signalling the fifth hour prayer offered to Terra, the goddess of harvest, plenty, and prosperity. My best guess would be, we were at the underbelly of the city. For where the long roads should've been wide and unmarred, the roads were narrowly crooked and filled with mud. Our caravan had stopped outside a brothel and our buyer was haggling with a woman called Madam Claire. She was a brothel pimp and was very beautiful. She was beautiful in an exotic way. With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion.

At the station... The police officers had no day off even if it's Sunday. They were preparing for a big capture of a wanted criminal. They should catch her before she could escape again. Imagining how did Madeline hide herself for two years since the killing of Benjamin Madrigal and Dr. Eve Garner, they were really in an awe. ...Not unless her family helped her incognito. In the grand living room of Lance Mansion, Vanessa and her partner Jake, continued asking Lance and Verga where their daughter was but they were stern.

If they hadn’t destroyed it, then it hidden in places no one was allowed access. That door was at the end of the second-floor landing. It was heavy, dark wood, and radiated a cold, absolute silence. No staff went near it. The rule was clear: strictly out of bounds for anyone. It was Malcolm Lancaster's fortress of secrets, where the evidence of his crimes, financial or otherwise, had to be hidden. I began dusting the long table near the door, forcing my hands to move steadily. "Still working, Elsie?" I spun around. Aiden was standing twenty feet down the hallway. He looked cold, serious, and completely different from his usual teasing self. He started walking toward me, slow and deliberate.

Zendaya, Avana and Maía had been leaving happily together. Luciani hadn't bothered to call or check up on his daughter. It wasn't as if Zendaya minded but she was his daughter a call or even a letter would do but it seemed he didn't care anyway. “I'm sorry." Zendaya apologised as she bumped into a lady her age. “It's fine we both didn't see each other." She said. “Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before." The woman asked.