Strict Governess Novels & Stories

She owned this mansion and half share of his business. "I've checked all the arrangements, ma'am. Everything is perfect," Mr. Garreth, their butler informed her with his head downcast. "Look up. You don't have to look down while talking to me," Serena encouraged the middle-aged man with a friendly smile. "Sir doesn't like us looking at you," the man responded, keeping his eyes downcast. Serena rolled her eyes. They were married but he still was so possessive over her.

She ensnared my senses, invaded all room for thought in my head, and in the late nights that were early mornings, it shamed me into saying that I touched myself to her. But more than that…she was kind. I see the way she interacted with the staff and how she treated all fairly, no matter their designation. She was polite and classically trained in the matters of the court, and I wondered how she came to know such etiquette. A governess' daughter, perhaps?

Her face littered with freckles and the biggest smile ever. The woman reminded me of Mrs. Cuthbert from Anne of Green Gables. She wore a white blouse and long black skirt; an apron tied neatly around her waist as she entered a set of keys resting on her hip. Along with her came two armed guards both of whom move to stand by the door. Introducing herself to me, I learned her name was Angela. She was the head housekeeper before chasing the guards back outside. Telling them it was inappropriate for them to watch a lady like that. When they try to protest, saying it was direct orders from the Boss does she frown.

" she asks with a sneer of professional pride. "I think it is." I give her my most fake, condescending smile. That gets me another eye roll, but this time she doesn't try as hard to hide it. "Well, then I guess I'll be heading out now. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Lamington." With that, she turns around and walks away from me, her exhaustion at war with an intense irritation. I know I was a little hard on her. But that Precious Brooks, the last governess, didn't even last three days and her first day was ten times worse. Yet I need to keep this sassy little art conservator in her place.

“Good. You should also know that we’ve decided to let the other servants go as well. The only ones who will be staying on are Tessa and Mr. Bitterly. Your uncle has determined it would be worthwhile to replace some of the aging servants with younger ones. Of course, I insisted that Tessa stay, as she is practically irreplaceable. And your uncle has no interest in what happens in the yard. Therefore, you can expect to see some new faces here in a few days, once Bertram has the chance to find suitable replacements.” The entire conversation seemed quite odd to Meg, but she said nothing other than the usual. “Yes, Mother,” and began to mull over what her uncle might be up to. “This young lady we

I asked. "Only a couple of people are left now, my lady. Butler Gervis, Head Maid Criselda, and the two Knights Reinhard and Derrick. Butler Gervis is also training a page boy Arnet, he can also be trusted. The master and Lady Madelyn had removed all the former workers of the mansion and replaced them with new ones that they had chosen. It's only the 5 of us who they can't replace because of the will of the former Duke that are left to take care of Garrick house, my lady." Carmella explained. Lady Madelyn. It seems like my trusted aides call my stepmother that rather than mistress.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers. “That’s what I like to hear.“ He trails a finger down the side of my neck, humming approvingly. “Now… let’s see just how cooperative you can be.“ He goes over and locks the door. “So what’s your name handsome?” “Oh, I do enjoy a sweet talker. You can call me whatever you want, princess.“ He taps my lip lightly with a finger, voice dripping in condescension,his closeness irritating me but I have to play along. “But why don't you start by calling me "Sir"?“

the man asked. Darcy was beautiful and smart, yet she was under Galahad’s control. She could grow strong and independent if she was free of those shackles, but she was locked down because of her name. She had no freedom and must act according to orders. Even the man felt bad for Darcy, hence the question. “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t know. You should know the rules here and who you are. Curiosity kills the cat,” said the butler. Like his master, he too spoke kindly and warmly but his tone felt pressuring.

You will assume all my duties and responsibilities here in the mansion" she enumerated her role and I listened eagerly. I learned that she was more like an overseer/supervisor than a house keeper, she kept things in order and made sure everyone does their jobs perfectly. "You have to be strict and authoritative, so everyone will follow your orders, not Everyone will listen to you, some are hard headed like Connor the driver". "Well, I will take that as a challenge.Noted Calliope." "Remember to address me as miss Chloros in front of Mr Knights, he doesn't address his staff by their first name

, I lost my attention from the paintings when a woman in a prehistoric uniform spoke. This is one of the things I'm really worried about. She is looking at me from head to toe while going down the staircase. I'm not mistaken, she is the head governess of the house. "I'm Avery ma'am. I'm the one who was sent by the agency", I introduced while lowering my head. "It is Miss Portia", she started while tensing the last two words. "How young are you, Miss Rosenfield?", she asked while raising her left brow which is kind of intimidating.