Novel & Cerita Surviving As A Maid

The chill in the room forced me to shiver as I hurriedly stood and pulled on my plain gray uniform, the coarse fabric scratching against my skin. "Time to work, Val," I whispered to myself, forcing my legs to move. The scent of cleaning supplies and stale air greeted me as I stepped out, a stark reminder of my place within the pack hierarchy. Being a maid in the Blue Fire Pack wasn’t glamorous, but it was survival. I had long since resigned myself to the monotony—scrubbing floors, laundering clothes, and ensuring every surface of the grand mansion gleamed under the ever-watchful eyes of the Luna Dowager.

Only for Carlos to come in after and violate me. My heart clenched to the memory. At least these strange people are not going to lock me up. Being a maid is better than getting raped constantly. It is better. I am going to be working for them. No one will touch me. That was what I was scared of. I can't get raped again. It would kill me. I am already traumatized. I can't go through it again. It will definitely kill me. I can work diligently as a maid. I haven't worked before, but I am willing to learn.

I asked, looking at no one in particular. The first to speak was Kenji, her voice surprisingly calm. "I was born here. In fact, most of the maids are born from the maids who already work in this mansion. The others were... shipped here. Like Adara," she said, motioning to the beautiful Nigerian woman beside her. "She was kidnapped by traffickers when she was only six and was forced to serve men until recently. There was no demand left for her, so she was transferred here to work as a maid."

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.

Virginia was focusing on her job as a maid. She was getting used to work like a real maid in the mansion. She knew well when to wake up, prepare the dishes, cleaning the rooms and any other activities. When she was a lady in that mansion, she used to see how Susan and the other maids did their jobs. She has mastered almost everything about the chores. She believed that no one would ever find out about her real disguise.

I knew I had to mind my own business, focus only on my job, and stay out of his way if I wanted to last in the job. Granny introduced me to the head maid, Lucia, and the other maids. Lucia smiled and welcomed me warmly. But the other maids looked at me like they already hated me. Their eyes felt like sharp daggers. The only ones who didn’t give me that cold look were Lucia and a pretty maid named Amy, who smiled and introduced herself kindly. Granny turned to me with a smile and said, “Come, let me show you to your room.” She pressed a button on her wheelchair, and it started moving on its own.

Were they both that shameless? My whole body began to shake, it's responce was with laughter that was the only way it could hide the pain. Of course they were that shameless! How could I even forget? Look at me ,It wasn't like I was working as a maid because it was my lifelong dream, I had to do this because it was my only way to survive after they took everything from me.

She shakes her head, “You’re just an eighteen-year-old girl who got no life skills whatsoever. How are you going to survive?” “You do realize I’ve been working as a maid for weeks now.” I point out, looking around discretely to find anything I could use as a weapon. “Oh, please. What about identification? You don’t have an ID or a birth certificate. No one would employ you.” “Then I’ll live as a homeless beggar!” I retort, “I’ll eat garbage and sleep on the streets. Anything is better than living in that Goddess forsaken castle and letting you all use me like I’m some tool.”

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.