Novel & Cerita Order Of The Housemaid Books

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

Looking up, I notice they all had their eyes on me, I roll my eyes and look out the window instead. The doors finally open and a different set of maids brings in the food, dropping the trays on the table. “Serve yourselves,” the one leading the others orders coldly before walking away. ‘I heard she’s the head maid. She’s heavily favored by the housekeeper, so it’s best not to cross her.’ one of the girls whispers to another. No wonder she holds her head high like a peacock, I thought. What is so grand about being a maid, exactly?

The other maids and servants bowed respectfully as she passed, then went back to their duties of cleaning and polishing. "Madam, I'm the housekeeper here. You can call me Grace," the woman said, her sharp gaze assessing Chloe. Although she addressed her as "Madam," there was no respect in her eyes—only a cold, detached indifference. "Grace," Chloe replied casually, not bothered by Grace's frosty demeanor. She hadn't expected to be respected upon entering this house anyway. The moment she stepped into the house, Chloe felt a deep chill creeping up her spine. It was early summer, and the temperature wasn't particularly low, yet she felt cold, her entire body freezing.

She sternly added looking at her pocket watch. I went directly to the list to find my name. I’m last. The list seems to be in order of standing. Since I represent the alpha house, I walk last. The first to walk are independent tradespeople. They did not enter under a specific house. After that, each house entry is ranked on superiority. “Margaret.” I nodded in hello to the beta house submission. She stood directly in front of me in line. “Ceres.” She nodded in return. We saw each other with some frequency. She is the lady’s maid to the Beta’s wife. We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either.

Even her smile was practiced, delicate and distant. "Thank you," I murmured, trying to return her politeness. As she turned to lead me out, I found myself thinking of stories I had read where the maids were often scheming or bullying and hating on the female leads that their masters brought home. This thought made me a little weary but the maid acted very polite and it gave me no reason to be. It made me equally remember the other romance stories I've read which often painted maids as mistreated or overlooked by wicked female leads. But here, this maid and Mr. Wilson carried themselves like they were part of the mansion's elegance, like they belonged to its rhythm. Or maybe that's what I tho

Daniel discovers his Housemaids 'other' duties. Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ============= Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and plac

A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

She helped Eden sit up and drink some water and gave her mint, along with some aspirin. Eden didn't resist or care about anything. She kept staring at the ceiling mindlessly. When the woman was about to leave, Eden turned to her and said, "What are you doing this?" "Sir's orders, miss Eden," the housemaid said and started walking out again, her pace faster than before. Eden said, "You have to get me out of here, you can't do this." "I can't," the housemaid said. She turned around and looked at Eden with eyes glossy with tears. "I'm so sorry."