Perfect Housewife Novels & Stories

I tried to get up, but the pain in my coccyx is greater, "all I need is a hand." She's nice, Dulce is one of the employees of the apartment, and not only that, she takes care of the cleaning, the kitchen, grocery shopping, and she's trustworthy. She's a woman in her forties, and she says she gives everything for her children. It's not that I have a hard heart, but I hope her children can help her when they work, that they don't forget the woman who gives her life for them. "Thank you, Mrs. Dulce," she helps me up, and between groans and complaints, I'm standing.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

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

Ambitious little thing, isn’t she? ‘To say the least.’ Her voice was deliberately curt. To her mind, there was nothing to recommend the woman; certainly, in comparison to her own beautiful and cultured daughter, Nina, the housekeeper failed miserably in comparison. But she had heard that a man got used to the convenience of sex once he was married. If something happened to the wife, often the man remarried in about a year’s time presiunably to recover all the comforts a wife could provide him.

It’s hard to accept even now, after I’ve had hours to think about it. This house is amazing. I can’t believe that my wife owns it. She doesn’t even know how many businesses she owns. We talked about it earlier, when we took a break between rounds to eat something her amazing chef, Samantha, brought up to us. I understand now why Anna wasn’t worried about anyone spying on us when we were in the pool. These people are highly loyal to her and respectful. They are the best of the best, and they get paid very well, unlike the poor maids at our family home.

“Don’t you often find that position filled by a woman? It explains why you wouldn’t have time to focus on housecleaning.” “That and Hilda claimed years ago I could burn water and so I got banned from working in the main house’s kitchens.” “Who’s Hilda?” “She’s the chief cook and housekeeper at the p… main house. If you need anything for everyday living, you talk to her. She gets it all cleared away for accounting and such.” “Wait, you pool money together? Don’t you have your own money?”

She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter. Best idea I've ever had, Mom thinks as she sees the perfect house. * * * Mrs. Ashley Miller Best idea I've ever had, I thought as we came up to the perfect house. We were in the suburbs an hour's drive away. A picturesque neighborhood. Full of wholesome apple pie and American values. I just knew that sluts brimmed beneath the surface. I am such a genius for coming up with it. She glanced into the back where Niku and her daughter Asoko were sitting. The two barely legal sex slaves would provide the camerawork. I was so ready for them to capture every wicked d

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" She straightened her spine, arrogance burning in her eyes. My father still kept his voice steady, though surprise was obvious in his face. "Don't get too proud. That's only the first match. "You still have two more. Nothing is settled yet." Sophie lifted her chin with a winner's smile. "Just watch. I'll hit the next two too." Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles.