Strict Governess Novels & Stories

Staring at the clock on the wall in front of him, he found it so boring to watch the clock. She stood up, and the butler immediately followed. "Madam, what can I do for you?" "Haha, no." Gladyce shook her head. She was being watched! The housekeeper claimed to be a servant, but in fact... it was Simon who kept her there. It was impossible for her to sneak away! And it was obvious that there must be a tight security outside the door. Gladyce was so anxious that she wanted to beat around the bush. "Your Excellency."

"Alright. Thank you very much, Mrs. Wood. I'm going to see him." She let out a deep sigh in the air as she dropped her phone inside her shoulder bag while her mind filled with what the governess had said, who was almost the same age as her mother. She could not understand why Alexus seemed to control those who visited her mother. Since when did he interfere in her mother's welfare? It was only now that she got an idea about it. It somewhat upset her that their former governess hid the actual arrangement of her mother. She felt like she was betrayed.

Despite the clear arrangement, they maintained a courteous and cordial relationship, always careful not to cross any lines. In the beginning, Elma found it challenging to navigate her new role as the lady of the mansion. She felt like an outsider, surrounded by staff who had worked for Gael's family for generations. Kim, the head housekeeper, and Mrs. Edgar, the stern house manager, were particularly difficult to deal with. They seemed to have a superiority complex and made it a point to remind Elma of her temporary status within the household.

she declared, jotting something down on a clipboard with a brisk gesture. Emaline nodded quickly, while Eloise finished styling my hair. The tension in the air was palpable, and from the furious glare that woman shot our way, I deduced she was the head governess, a figure of hierarchical authority above Emaline. A cell phone was always in her hands, and she seemed to be in constant communication with someone, whom I assumed could be the beta of the pack. "Let's go, Eloise, help me put Eleanor in her dress!" Emaline said, hurriedly.

"Like Master would ever believe your lies over our word." "Oh, I think he'll believe me alright. I could tell from the second I met him that Knox is a possessive, controlling bastard who wouldn't take too kindly to other men leering at his wife's body." "That's quite enough of that nonsense!" a stern voice sliced through the tension. It was the same older woman Serena had met briefly yesterday - the head of the household staff or butler if her regal bearing was any indication. She fixed Serena with a look of mild disapproval, seemingly unruffled by the crazed young woman trying to strip naked in front of her subjects. No doubt their master would have their heads if that happened.

“She seems to be the obedient type. You shouldn’t need to worry about her, Young Master.” Giovanni scoffs, clearly not convinced by the butler’s assessment of me. “Don’t be fooled by her appearance.” Then, Giovanni turns and leaves. With that, I’m stuck in the care of the butler. He gestures for me to follow him, and he starts giving me a tour of the mansion while he explains the rules for the family dinner. Those rules basically boil down to stay quiet and do what I’m told, which shouldn’t be surprising with how my day being around Giovanni has gone so far.

Like she did not belong. Before she could even touch the big wooden front doors, they opened. A tall woman in a stiff black uniform stepped out onto the porch. Her gray hair was pulled back so tight it pulled her skin back too. Clara stood straight, her shoulders tense as the woman looked down at her with a sharp, cold stare. "You must be Clara," the woman said, her voice flat and cold like ice in a glass. There was no warmth. No smile. "I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me."

Octavius and Angus rode into the bailey and dismounted, the stable hands ran over to collect the horses for brushing. "Where is the housekeeper?" Octavius asked. "In the kitchen, my lord" He started walking in long strides and Angus, 15, three years his junior tagged along. He resisted the urge to laugh at his brother's eagerness. Hours of tutoring by Garius the boys tutor had fallen on deaf ears. Garius said a prince never should act like a dandy in the presence of a wench, a prince was never to show too much eagerness when planning a tryst with either a lady of blue blood or one of lose virtues and so many other lessons about what a prince should and should not be found doing. Princesses a

She had seen Mary, skulking in the shadows as she left, and she had sworn to herself that she would have vengeance on the woman who had ruined her life for her. As she climbed out of the carriage at the forbidding building, however, her only thoughts were for herself and her own survival. Somehow she had to get through this. Somehow. “Come along now,” the governess said in clipped tones, “no point dawdling.” She walked up to the door and banged on it. The sound echoed through the house. Alice waited expectantly. A butler answered the door. “Ah, Mr. Jeffries,” the governess said, “I have a new charge for your master. Here is a letter with all the relevant details that you will need.”