Novel & Cerita My Maids Are All Antagonists

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

The calmness of the morning around me, made everything feel peaceful and new, like a fresh start to the day. The maids were busy with their chores, some scrubbing the floors while others cleaned the walls. As I passed, they quickly noticed me and paused, lowering their heads in respect. They moved aside waiting for me to move by. I nodded slightly, continuing on my way, their presence a silent acknowledgment of my authority in the castle. If only the maid who was fucking my husband could acknowledge that she was playing with fire, did she ever stop to think about what I would do to her if I find out she was fucking my husband and even have the guts to talk about me disrespectfully?

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

It is the young lady of the house who has bruises and cuts in her face. ‘So, it is true that they had intense fight against Elona Mcgriffin.’ “And I am surprised that you can go here after what you did to mom,” Madell continued as she stood before me. The maids, who were flattering me before, decided to step back. Even if they want to get my favor, so they can step out from this mansion, they know they should not let Madell see them acting like this. Or else, they will receive the young lady loath instead.

I had a frantic look at the dishes one by one. There was grease on one of them, there was dried sauce and then there was even a bit of leftover that had gone bad. It didn't stop with the first few I saw. No, there were mountains of them, and every movement made my back throb. My breath hitched as I dipped the first plate in soapy water and began scrubbing. They came around not long after. The other maids. They had “taken the day off,” sure… but they’d returned, leaning against the doorframe, giggling like schoolgirls. “Aw… poor Maya. Thought she was special,” one sneered. “Guess Alpha Williams doesn’t think so anymore.”

She thrusts at me a mob and a bucket, “Get on with it.” So, the maids don’t really like me much. It might have to do with me being the stealer as well as a criminal now. They were all much older than me, in their twenties or thirties, and they were very, very cold. As soon as I was taken to the maid quarters and introduced to them, they’d told me that I wasn’t to expect any special treatment from them and that they didn’t really want a stealer of all people with them, and that the only reason they were gonna tolerate my existence was because their Alpha King had commanded it.

The sight of my wife being manhandled, her lack of resistance stark against Bella's aggression, ignited a fury within me that burned like wildfire. But what truly stunned me was the reaction of the maids in the kitchen. Instead of intervening or trying to stop the altercation, they stood by, their expressions twisted into something between amusement and indifference. The realization that those meant to serve and protect were reveling in the spectacle of violence sent a chill down my spine.

Less work for me. “Wait a minute—how do you know my size?” “Apparently the maids tell Marvin everything!” “Okay, not creepy at all.” I scratched my head. It was a good thing to know these maids were all up in my business as well. “Thanks for your help, Amy.” I thanked my new ally. “It’s good to have someone my age in this house.” I sighed. “The other maids are boring, Panther is annoying, and Marvin is ugly.”

She saw one of the maids panting heavily. "What are you doing here?". The head maid snapped at her. "Head maid....you....you have to come with me" the maid said panting.. "What do you guys want? Can't you people really do nothing with me? I'm not in the mood to deal with anything right now! Just leave me alone!". The maid said. "No...it's really serious. It's Amara and Slyvia ..the both of them...the both of them are fighting!" The maid said while still trying to catch her breath!