Order Of The Housemaid Books Novels & Stories

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”

Mica Something changed in the house after that night. I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it started, only that within a few days of the grave visit, I began noticing small differences everywhere I turned — subtle at first, then increasingly impossible to ignore. "Miss Hale, allow me." The butler appeared at my elbow before I'd even fully reached for the stack of books I meant to carry upstairs myself, taking them gently from my hands. "You shouldn't be lifting anything heavy." "They're paperbacks, not furniture."

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

But I needed to start cleaning as early as possible, so I left the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. “Sir, I wanted to ask, what would you like me to start cleaning first?” I asked “The living room, the dining room, the kitchen and then my bedroom, in that order,” he answered. I nodded and then proceeded to get the cleaning supplies. “Don’t tell me she slept over last night,” Rebecca whispered. Was I the she she was referring to? Was it Ruby that they were talking about?

A has been pushing for a promotion, I could enable that and get Christian to fill in if he accepts, or I could have him choose among the few assistant vacancies we have in the departments. I am weirdly excited to meet him because a proper introduction is overdue. I haven't been back to the hospital for obvious reasons and also because I was busy, mostly. I have sent Yusuf over to them a couple of times, mainly to take food and also ensure no treatment is spared in the name of expense. Elizabeth is supposed to start training with Maria, she will take over as my housekeeper, and she will have less than two months to learn how to run my house smoothly. I am very particular when it comes to my h

"I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me." Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Gable turned and walked into the big entrance hall. Clara hurried after her, her old sneakers making soft sounds on the shiny white marble floor. The house was beautiful, with high ceilings and tall pillars, but Mrs. Gable’s stiff back made the whole place feel as cold as a grave.

--- The house was alive. Voices filled the air — quick, overlapping orders; the shuffle of polished shoes on marble; the clinking of trays and glassware. Maids rushed past her, balancing folded napkins and polished cutlery. The scent of lemon polish mixed with the faint aroma of baked bread and roasted spices. Everywhere she looked, someone was moving. Cassy moved down the grand staircase carefully, her hand gliding along the polished rail. Halfway down, she paused to watch the chaos below. It was like an anthill — precise, practiced, but frantic.

Maritha replied. "We have at least five maids, a cook, a gardener and a driver. Maritha, please kindly indtroduce them to your Madame." Alec solemnly ordered. "Yes, Sir. Madame, this five women beside me are Wendy, Thina, Alona, Georgia and Rosa who is in charge of the daily housekeeping of the household." Maritha motioned the five women wearing a navy blue maids uniform beside her. The girls gave her a warm and genuine smile which she return in kind.

Alone in the quiet mansion, I took a deep breath, knowing I had to find strength somewhere—whether from new friends, hidden talents, or something deep inside me. The battle with Xavier was just beginning. The head maid appeared at the doorway, her voice sharp and no-nonsense. “You’re late,the gardens need tending, and the silver must be polished before dinner. No time to waste.” She said and moved briskly, already gathering cleaning clothes and gloves. “Hurry up, or you’ll be behind on every chore today.” I nodded reluctantly, dropping my books and following quickly, my mind still tangled with thoughts of Xavier but knowing I had no choice but to obey.

Selina's POV. "Move faster, you sluggish little thing!" The chief maid growled at me, roughly poking me at the back as we proceeded towards the Beta Nicholas's house, with a few of the other selected house maids, like myself. It was the third day of the week, and ofcourse cleaning up the pack's Alpha and Beta's houses was a task never to be skipped. Despite the hose mistress's vile words, I was extremely overjoyed to be picked among the bunch of maids to clean up Beta Nicholas's house instead of the Alpha's house.