Strict Governess Novels & Stories

I walked over to the area where other women were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat quietly and mulled over my potential responses to interview questions in my head. My train of thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In all my years of being a governess, I have never -- and I mean never -- met such a cruel little thing.”

He wanted to be able to play with someone who wouldn’t ignore him and protect Oliver on his behalf. When Richard heard this, he mentally recoiled. Maybe asking the pups about their ideal ‘maid’ wasn’t the wisest idea. For them, there was no difference between a governess, nanny, maid and mother. The CEO wondered if there was such a person who could qualify for the position when his pups were being this demanding on top of Richard’s personal requirements.

She gasped, her hands flying to the edge of the chair. “You should not be here,” she whispered. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her cheek. “But you are.” His thumb pressed lightly against her slit, rubbing slow circles through the wet fabric clinging to her. Her head fell back slightly, a small sound escaping her throat. He bent lower until his lips hovered beside her ear. “This is my house. My rules. My little governess.” She whimpered softly, thighs tensing as his fingers pushed aside the damp fabric, slipping against her slick folds.

Chapter 9 Amber’s POV Over the years, Mother has employed several women under the title of head housekeeper. In reality, their main job was me. They were to watch me. Ensure I was keeping to the diet. Report my every movement back to Mother… that sort of thing. Among all the women, Madam Griselda was the one that stuck. And she was the one I despised the most. “SPIT IT OUT! AT ONCE!” Her huge frame filled the infirmary doorway as she huffed in anger.

“Or the guards can operate the gates for us, from inside the gatehouse.” “That’s really cool,” I said, as we started up the long driveway to the house. The house was impressive, white with gray trim and a dark gray, tiled roof. Inside, I was greeted by our newly appointed staff. The governess, Maggie, a chef, a housekeeper, and a driver. “We’ll need a second governess, to ensure around the clock care for the two children,” Adam explained. “I don’t want you to be fatigued trying to deal with domestic and household demands piled on top of your chemo treatment.”

The line disconnected and I sighed and said to myself “What other surprise did he leave now? Gone almost 12 years and you are still causing me trouble” I arrived at her downtown office exactly on time. Patricia Haverford had been managing the Thornfield estate for as long as I can remember. Patricia looked exactly like I remembered from the original reading of the will. She had a neat gray suit on, sharp eyes, the kind of calm that came from cleaning up rich people’s messes for decades. She didn’t waste time with small talk. She slid a folder across the desk the second I sat down. I looked at it and looked at her. I didn't touch it yet.

Not a single one of them moved to welcome his arrival. "Hey, are you all blind?!" Dominic snapped, his voice thundering through the room. He released his hold on Giselle, stepping forward with a flush-red face. "Stand up! Welcome us and quickly prepare dinner on the table!" The old head servant slowly turned her head, staring at Dominic with a flat gaze without the slightest bit of fear. "We are sorry, Mr. Thorne. We are here only to serve Queen Queen Vivienne, not serving you nor this mistress of yours."

They were playing a slow domestic mind game—proving to me that Julian's brute force couldn't shield me from the quiet, daily rot of living under their shadow. Mrs. Gable stepped forward again, aggressively snatching my untouched plate away before I could even pick up a fork. "If the young woman is finished playing at being a lady, I have the master suite linens to change," the housekeeper said coldly to Victoria, completely ignoring my presence.

This has never happened in the mansion before. Sera normally looks so stern but treats everyone very harmoniously and amicably. If someone made a mistake, she only deducted it from their salary or made a little more work, but never locked it in the warehouse like that. “Why is she doing it so hard? She never did that before." “That's right, Doris is also the lady's close maid. Will she let the butler do that?” “There's no use in stopping it, the management of the servants in the mansion has always been done by the butler. Mrs will not interfere in this matter.”

Elena stepped back, still holding the broom, but soon smiled. “I didn’t know you had a governess now... or a guard dog.” “She’s not...” “Yes!” Elena interrupted enthusiastically. “I’m his governess. Don’t you see?” She said, twirling around to show off her new suit and neatly styled hair. “Of course... imagine the fortune this woman is worth.” Zen murmured, wrinkling his nose before following Valmont inside the house. As soon as they locked the office door, Valmont got straight to the point: