Strict Governess Novels & Stories

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

Before this hunger got any more dangerous. But deep down, a darker little voice whispered that I didn’t really want to give it back at all. A sharp, authoritative knock rattled the bedroom door pulling me back from my thoughts. I opened it to find Mrs. Gable, the estate’s formidable, tight-lipped housekeeper, standing in a pristine uniform. "Good morning, young mistress," she said, her voice entirely full of warmth. "Kindly bathe and come downstairs immediately. Your lessons for the event must begin."