My Maids Are All Antagonists นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

What was my life turning into? **** I stared at the door like a mindless robot. My dad ordered my bags packed but we both knew I couldn't do it so moments later, a few maids came in to help. Some of them shot strange looks in my directions. I couldn't decipher what they meant. A lot transpired today. It could be a pity, they might think they relate to what happened to me. It could be mockery, they might agree I was a bitch who got what was coming to her. Lastly, it could be jealousy. We feel what we feel. Antony rushed to me, I knew for a fact how the maids felt about him, some of them could still be jealous, even in a situation like this. Regardless of what they were feeling, I felt worse.

He snaps, annoyed. What happened to him suddenly? God, his mood swings are so unpredictable. “Leave.” He shouts, and I flinch, disappearing within a second. Please, God, protect me from this unpredictable creature. *** At night, as I enter Master’s room, I bump into a maid. She hastily conceals something behind her back. Did she steal something from Master’s room? As she prepares to leave, I step in front of her, and my eyes widen in shock. She’s holding Master’s watch in her hand.

another said. "God, I hope she doesn't try to steal our men away," a girl with red hair giggles at her own joke. I can't help but roll my eyes. Are they seriously talking about me like this? The truth is, I'm not actually that beautiful in comparison to the other maids. But they seem to be hating on the fact that Rosemary, the head maid, praises me a lot. I can't deny that her compliments have made me feel better about myself and my purpose in this house. She's always been kind to me since I first started working here, and she makes sure that all of us are treated fairly and with respect.

My breath hitched. Jacob and Aiden. They didn’t walk into the kitchen, they conquered it. They were two statues of polished cruelty, their broad shoulders instantly swallowing the dim morning light. Even standing in the wreckage of their own party, they looked like Greek gods, untouchable and utterly dominant. Jacob's chiseled jaw and malicious ice-blue eyes were a promise of pain. His gaze swept over my exposed legs and chest, hot and possessive, before he settled his cold eyes on mine. "Next time, you will wear appropriate attire around the house. You are a maid, not a whore." It wasn't a request. It was an order.

Bella took an excuse and she exit. Monica sat down happily, feeling satisfied. "Get back to your senses Monica, she is our classmate, your age mate" "So? What matters is that she's just an housemaid. She probably cooked the food you're eating, probably washed your clothes too and mopped everywhere. She is just a freaking maid" " She is and she's not, she would be attending our school tomorrow " "What?" She exclaimed. "I mean why?" "Maybe you should learn how to stop looking down on someone. Oh just because I said she's a maid, you thought all she ought to do every now and then is the domestic house chores? You least expected her to attend our school of all schools?"

“Innocent? Look at her sitting there pretending to be weak. She’s a manipulator! Pouring water on Madam on purpose, then acting like a victim. If she knows what’s good for her, she should pack her things and leave before Madam really deals with her. Homewrecker! Gold-digger!” The argument grew louder and more heated. The nurse kept defending me passionately while the maid continued cursing me, calling me every dirty name she could think of — slut, whore, parasite, street rat. Other maids started gathering, some nodding in agreement with the first maid, others staying silent. The commotion became so loud that both Hanna and Cassian came downstairs. Cassian’s sharp voice cut through the noise

She was standing in front and in the middle of a trio and the three girls had their hands crossed over their chests and meanness written all over their faces like typical mean girls. What were they? Queens Bees that ruled the maid quarters or what? "And I don't see how that's any of your business," I retorted. I didn't want to make enemies but I sure as hell wasn't going to allow this bitch-faced maids to walk all over me. "Don't talk to her that way," Tariba muttered under her breath and she pinched me to keep quiet, making it obvious that this new bitch was really the one that ruled here and no one was allowed to talk to her anyhow they wanted.

She nick named Tanasha as a stupid bitch. Actually all of the maids didn't get any sympathy for Tanasha. She has been treating them more like trash and beggars. When Malik came and dragged her out of the kitchen, these maids went and listened to their conversation outside Malik's door. Some of them pretended to be picking out clothes for washing and others cleaning.When they saw Malik coming out, they all entered other rooms.

Then she turned to us, covered her mouth, and said, “Alphas, please! This is so unfair. Please, take revenge for us. We’ve lost so many because of their cruelty, and now they have the guts to lie. Please, take revenge for us!” She echoed out, lowering her head, and almost at the same time, all the other maids lowered theirs and echoed, “Please, take revenge for us, Alphas!” The rogues seemed to lose it. Despite being trapped in the air, they began to curse and scream.