Novel & Cerita Perfect Housewife

I said, trying to keep my voice even, “I need the house to stay calm. The staff work hard. Let’s not make things difficult for them.” She looked up and gave me one of her practiced smiles. “Of course, darling. I was just trying to help. You know I only want what is best for us.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “We are going to be married soon. This is our home now. I want it to be perfect.” I nodded, but the discomfort stayed in my chest. Perfect. That word kept coming up more and more. Victoria wanted everything perfect, the meals, the decor, the way people spoke to her.

Rachel stuffed pancakes into her mouth, feeling a mixture of delight when the pancake graced her tongue. It was heavenly sweet. She turned and flipped the undone pancake in the pan over, her mouth still making soft masticating noises. She looked at the crumpled note in her hand and sighed. The note was from Nathan and she had found it under her door with a little struggle. It had four simple words written on it. “I am at work.” She found it hard to read the note since his handwriting wasn’t so legible. She wondered why a wealthy man had such a really bad handwriting. She stared at the bare kitchen and groaned, boredom slowly creeped into her bones when she woke up and now it was worse becaus

he said, looking at it. “It has always been my wish to live in a beach house with my wife and kids; I probably knew deep in my gut that she didn’t fit into that picture. Belle was always so perfect. She loved the basic household appliances and furniture, she ate only veggies, and she was a vegan. Our house had no taste, no personality, no comfort and couldn’t even be called a home. She loved to dress up and do makeup. Always at the salon, always at the spa. She had the latest shoes, bags, makeup and perfumes. She loved the luxurious life and the many vacations. I thought I loved her for who she is, but I realised she was overbearing. Too excessive and a perfectionist. She would have been a t

I knew it wasn't my place to raid his house without permission, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Marie, his housekeeper, appeared like an angel in an apron. She was a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes who seemed genuinely relieved to have help dealing with her impossible employer. With her guidance, I discovered that, unsurprisingly, the fridge had been hidden in plain sight. I just didn’t know how to open it. Or any of the cabinets. This house was like a luxury Rubik’s Cube.

Lets just say she always wanted to get eaten by me. I walked in and looked around. I wasn’t surprised to find it spotless. The way she was raised she was always cleaning and cooking “The perfect housewife.” as she put it. I didn’t touch anything as I walked through the house because I knew she would notice. Then I came to her bedroom, the scent was stronger now and hit me hard as I opened the door.

"Then... Why are you helping me?." Christian held my gaze for a beat, before a slow smile curved his lips. "Fair enough. Though I do think you're underplaying your hand here. Being a housewife is not something to be ashamed of. It's an underrated job, if you ask me. One that requires resourcefulness and unparalleled multi-tasking abilities." I looked up at him, his words catching me off guard again. I couldn't seem to find the right response, my thoughts uncharacteristically scrambled. "Well...thank you."

It was provocative, as it brought out all her curves. "Perfect" She mutter and stride out of her room. She had a lunch date with one of her numerous horny fuckers. She had searched him up the net, but they hadn't let out any personal information of him. Not even his picture. But from the text and promises he made she knew he's gonna be a rich guy. She walk down the stairs leading to the large living room. She couldn't continue living in Mrs grace house after she died. It held bad memories. She had left it in the hands of a caretaker and all the workers had relocated to the new mansion she bought. She had a separate account, where she kept all the money from the men she laid with. She used it

He put his focus on his entire staff and started to address them. “I see you’re all here,” he stood up. He gestured to Rose, “I’d like you all to meet my wife.” He put a hand on her waist and drew her close, more for his benefit. “This is Miss Pearson, you met her earlier. She’s the cook.” The old lady bent down in greeting before Wade continued. “Next is Clara, her daughter. She keeps the entire house clean.” Rose eyed the slender blonde, something about her made Rose deeply uncomfortable. Especially the way she looked at Wade, like nothing else around her mattered.

Rowan inquired as he drove through the estate gate after passing security. "I don't know," I replied nervously. "Aside from sleeping with you as my wife, how will I hurt you? You and I know we don't have feelings for each other, so there's no way I can hurt you. As for my home, I have domestic staff to take care of the house, so you don't have to worry about doing any housework. Just live with me and make my grandpa believe I'm married," Rowan said as he drove into his residence and parked. The white mansion loomed in front of us, and I sighed.

I sat there for a long time, a dainty, high-achieving woman in a perfect house, waiting for a life that was never going to come home. I didn't move until the clock chimed eleven, a clear, mocking sound that echoed through the halls. I stood up, my movements stiff and robotic, and began to clear the table. I scraped the expensive food into the trash, polished the silver, and wiped down the mahogany until it shined like a mirror. By the time I was finished, the house looked as if no one had ever been there at all. I went upstairs, brushed my hair exactly one hundred times, and lay down on my side of the