Surviving As A Maid 소설 & 이야기

“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.

“ Her impatience is growing, but she'll get the love she deserves.” I stood frozen, tray pressed to my chest, pretending to adjust a napkin that didn’t need adjusting. This is the first time I’d heard them speak of another woman like this. Like she was someone special and they wanted to spoil. Who was she? A new maid they were bringing in? A mistress they kept somewhere else? Or just some casual hookup they talked about with that, appreciative tone? I felt a strange unwelcome heat that made me want to disappear faster. I slipped back inside before they could notice the way my fingers tightened on the tray.

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

" about me? What's so interesting to talk about me? " I asked them. " that....." they hesitated. " just say it. " I said while drinking the water. " Madam, we were talking about why you didn't die yet? " said the maid with their head down. cough!! what? " why? do you want me to die? " I inquired them. " no madam not like that. because you are the only one who is surviving for long as Master's wife. " said the maid. " I am the only one means? .. " I asked them with my confused look.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Her arm wrapped around me, hugging me tightly as to comfort me “the faster you submit to him, the easier things would be. Believe me, a lot have tried the same methods in this house, and none of them has ever survived…” “I do not want to survive, he can kill me if he wants to. Just let him stay the bloody fuck away from me” I snapped, pulling away from the maid. Her amber eyes widened in surprise before she took a deep breath, composing herself. Fixing her brown hair, she stood up, taking a step back to stand beside the other two maids

“Keeping a low profile is your key to survival.” I wasn’t going to argue with that. I knew she was right and that was exactly what I was planning on doing. … As the days went on, I started to get to know the other maids a bit more. They seemed to enjoy gossiping, except for the head maid, who hardly ever acknowledged me except to yell. I was constantly being watched and ridiculed at the smallest misdemeanor. I was thankful I hadn’t had any run-ins with the Roessler family. They were probably afraid to approach me now that she was living in the maid’s courters and being watched. Especially Bob. He wouldn’t dare try anything now that there were eyes on me.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.