Surviving As A Maid Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you want more?’ I heard the maid ask before I nodded. She brought me more beef and I was just so carried away by how good the food tasted that I didn't even notice my plate being clean. “Excuse me," I said and the maid already rushed to my door. I could tell that she was probably younger than me, so I asked what led her to this job. “I have to save enough money to pay for my degree, ma'am,” she answered. "What about your family?” I asked. "I don't have any. I just live with my big brother. Our parents gave us up for adoption as children and we never heard from them again,” she replied. “I'm sorry to hear that."

Her sharp gaze shifted back to Matthew, and just as she was about to press him, a woman in a maid's uniform rushed out, slapped me across the face, and shrieked. "Veronica, are you crazy?! Forging documents to con a mafia princess?" "Aren't you afraid of dragging our whole family to hell when you get busted?!"

I didn't even know that humans were sold here at the market. It's a horrendous practice and I would never want to be a party to it but then I saw you in that cage, you were crying and I could not help but feel pity for you. That's the reason why I bought you. You do not have to pay me back. I don't have a maid at home at the moment because the one I had before moved to a different country. You can choose to work for me as a maid and I will pay you but if you want to go back home, you are free to do so.

I didn’t dare. If escape was off the table, survival was all I had left. So I worked harder. Faster. Bit my tongue, kept my head down. Somehow weirdly, people started to notice. Other maids flashed me these little smiles and nods, to encourage me, when the head maid wasn’t looking. The kitchen folks started sneaking me extra bread. Laundry girls would swap shifts with me. Even the guards, usually stone-faced, gave me those little nods. A month crawled by, and for the first time, I almost felt like I belonged somewhere, even this hell.

She always appeared perfect. “And what sort of control are you talking about? The kind you use on everyone? Pulling strings like a puppet master? I don’t want that type of control. I don’t want this life.” “I tell each of you what you need to survive in this family. But if you truly didn’t want this life, you should’ve walked out the very first day you stepped through that door, claiming a place in this family.” My frown fractured. “Survive. Is that what the maid did? I never wanted to be a part of this family. I was brought here. I had no choice. I was a child.”

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."

A dirty maid was a punished maid, and punishments around this place could be lethal. She avoided the main entrance and made it back to the slave quarters unseen. She quickly put on a clean maid outfit and cleaned her face and hair. Maids were expected to serve the master they were assigned to, and when not in service they were to present themselves in the kitchen where they could be sent on tasks for any weredragon. This is also the only way a slave had any chance of getting food. Any leftovers scraps sent back were given to the slaves. It was survival of the fittest here, and the biggest slave managed to get the majority of the food. The cook took pity on the younger children and often

Moments later, a car pulled up next to me, and I stepped in. As we drove away, I smiled, reflecting on the interview. My dumb, ditzy Mexican immigrant character worked to perfection. That stupid bitch Jennifer bought the routine hook, line and sinker. I was willing to go with this maid job Isabella suggested with her weird plans till something better came along. I had worked many odd-jobs. Cook, waitress, room service at a hotel, and now maid on contract, giving to me by Isabella. But then her husband walked in.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring