Strict Governess Novels & Stories

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.

But looking up at this fortress, she realized no amount of notes could prepare her for the reality of living under the same roof as Alexander Vance. The towering double doors of the mansion swung open before she even reached the top step. An elderly woman dressed in a crisp, dark gray uniform stood in the foyer, her posture rigidly upright. Her silver hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her sharp blue eyes scanned Vivian with a look that felt suspiciously close to disapproval. "Good morning, ma'am. I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper," she said, her voice clipped and professional. "Mr. Vance has already left for the corporate office. He expects you to be fully settled by the time h

" 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.

I needed to observe those women, listen to their gossip, and figure out what a maid could possibly gain from parading around as foreign gentry. ​A soft knock sounded at the door before Genevieve stepped inside, carrying a small velvet box of hat pins. ​She paused near the entrance, looking unusually hesitant. "Eva... do you have a moment?" ​I turned, setting down my gloves. "Of course, Genevieve. What is it?"

Louis pointed out from somewhere. At the same moment, the woman who had greeted him at the gate appeared and was two steps away from Archie. "She is the governess of the mansion. She will accompany you to your imperial highness' quarters and will introduce your Imperial Highness to the mansion." Archie nodded. "Please your highness, please accompany me," said Nadine. Archie nodded. "Excuse me," said Archie. Archie turned at the same time as Nadine and they both headed towards the exit of the Great Hall.

‘Shouldn’t you listen to the soldiers? ‘Why should I?’ she scoffed. ‘I command them, they should just listen to what I say.’ He sighed. She is the textbook example of a braggart and immediately he started to wonder how he ended up marrying her? He could only shake his head and walk back to their residence. He walked to a small room beside the master’s bedroom. The governess stood up and bowed to him, he dismissed her and sat beside his daughter who was reading from a book. ‘What are you reading?’ he asked gently.

And she nodded again. After being dismissed she walked straight to Robert's cabin. "Robert, Mr. Magnus is hiring a governess for me," She said as they walked into the cabin, and as usual Robert was focused on one of his old books. "Isn't that a good thing?" Robert asked with his eyes still on the book. "It means I get to spend less time with you," Alexandra whined and the immediate response she got was a scoff. "You've always spent less time with me, having a governess is nice. It's good to know some basic stuff," Robert replied to which Alexandra rolled her eyes.

Major General Castro leaned on his chair, stretching his arms. “Major General Castro, sometimes you really make me wonder how you managed to climb ranks with your terrible personality.” Instead of getting offended, he grinned like a little kid. “Oh, I wonder that too. But it seems that I'm just too lucky.” “Tsk,” The Governess rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk shits to this lunatic. “If you have time to laze around here, i think it's safe to assume that you don't have anything to do. How about going there yourself, see it for me and give me your thoughts. How about it, hmm?”

The lady was wearing virgin white falsely and was probably with child. Although the thought that another man enjoyed what he coveted as his own and had planted his seed within her velvety depths was difficult to bear, Stephen did his best to look past it. He was, after all, a man of the world and therefore should understand such things. The closed doors of London society did not necessarily promote the chastity in their women like one might assume. Since he became her betrothed but a few short weeks ago, he would accept her indiscretions as the actions of a foolish girl who grew up without the proper guidance a mother would have normally provided. One could hardly expect a governess who was

He didn’t yield a single step or stare at the freaking governess—nanny as to what Ariadne called her. He faced the governess and said with a husky voice, “She’s still a minor. Even though she’s just a scullery maid or a housekeeper, she’s still a child. She still deserves respect like you give to Ariadne. Just look at her as a pathetic child and not a filthy little orphan.” The governess raised her left brow and crossed her arms. She walked towards them, as if she had all the remaining hours to waste in slow-walking. Yet, her eyes…her eyes are focused on Maebh like a lion who was about to mangle a doe.