The Housekeeper Novels & Stories

Instead, I paused at the last step, frowning as a soft clatter echoed from the dining room. A woman—maybe mid-fifties—stood near the table, placing down a tray of toast. She looked up at me just as I opened my mouth to speak. "Oh! Good morning, dear." Her voice was warm, her smile even warmer. "You must be Luna." I blinked, my brow raising. "Uh, yeah. And you are...?" "Alice. The new housekeeper. Mr. Hardin hired me. Today's my first day." Housekeeper? I hadn't even gotten over the fact that Hardin had actually comforted me last night, and now this?

A soft knock at the door made her sit up. "Miss Juliet?" A woman's voice, unfamiliar. "May I come in?" "Um, yes?" The door opened, and a woman in her fifties entered carrying a tray. She had kind eyes and moved with the efficiency of someone who'd been working in this house for years. "Good morning. I'm Mama Kemi, the housekeeper. I've brought your breakfast." She set the tray on a small table near the window. "Mr. Olatunji thought you might prefer to eat in your room this morning."

Allison hung up, fished out the keys, and opened the door—only to hear movement inside. In the entryway, she spotted a woman's shoes and looked up to see a middle-aged woman cleaning the living room floor. The housekeeper looked startled. "Who are you?" As far as she knew, a powerful businessman lived alone in this mansion. The sudden appearance of a beautiful young woman made her visibly curious. "I'm staying here temporarily. Don't mind me," Allison said, changing her shoes and heading upstairs, ignoring the housekeeper's confused and somewhat judgmental gaze. She probably assumed Allison was some sort of... inappropriate comp

What was going on in this house? Confused and not able to bear the young woman’s distress, the housekeeper took her to a spare bedroom. She soaked her in warm water and then carefully dried her before tucking her in bed. With Adrea finally asleep, the housekeeper then called her boss. His phone was turned off. She looked over at her boss’s wife, who was silently crying in her sleep. Had they fought? The housekeeper shook her head as she reminded herself that she was not paid to speculate. However, she could not help but feel sorry for the young wife. What in the world had happened in this house?

She withdrew her gaze and said, "It seems like my circuit breaker tripped. I'm sorry to disturb you so late." Noticing that Josephine wasn't intending to come in, the housekeeper felt relieved. "It's okay. You can call the management to fix it." "I got it. I just moved here and am not familiar with this place yet. Do you live here, Madam? We're neighbors now." "No, no, I work as a housekeeper here. I'm not the owner." Josephine nodded in understanding. She glanced at the sign next to her. "Then, is Mr. Leigh at home?"

The realization that I was not alone after all resonated within me and I've been conscious of that fact and I like that. It made me feel at peace. But then, whoever the mole in my house is, must leave today. Dropping my bag on the couch, I rang for the bell that was supposed to call for them. Soon enough, they started coming in. And there were about five of them. “Good evening, Miss. Is there a reason why you have called us all here at this time?” The housekeeper, who was a little older, asked. The woman looked strict. She never took rubbish or sucked up to anyone in this house since I joined. Her facial features almost looked like that of maleficent. And from

“Oh no! It's nothing like that, ma’am.” She just looked unconvinced. “Sure. Let’s start the introduction, shall we?” She straightened and dusted nonexistent dirt from her ironed uniform. “I'm Mrs. Banks, the housekeeper of this grand house, and I'm now your…” She paused. “Shall we say caretaker?”

They were quite few for cleaning and taking care of the big house. "This is Mrs. Nora," Reynolds pointed at the woman who looked to be in her late fifties. "She's the head housekeeper and chef," he added. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you ma'am" the woman replied, her voice tender, like that of a mom. "You too, Mrs. Nora," Amy said and shook the woman's outstretched hand gently. Reynolds went on to introduce the remaining few.

Back at home, it was me or Harmony who did the house chore. "Uhm...Miss...there is no need-", I began too embarrassed by such a thing but she interrupted me, "I am the housekeeper of this manor m'lady. My name is Beth Jones, I am responsible for cleaning the Master's chamber", her monotonous voice had an edge to it and her eyes did not even attempt to conceal the disapproval.

Suddenly, the door swung open. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed, diving back into the bed and shielding myself with the sheets. I watched as a middle-aged woman, seemingly in her late forties, entered and bowed slightly. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted. "Who are you?" I asked, still flustered by her sudden entrance. "I'm Martha, the housekeeper, ma'am." She bowed again. "I apologize if I startled you. I didn't know you were awake already." "That's alright," I muttered, shyly pulling the sheets around me. She must be unfazed, considering I wasn't the first woman to be found in Christian's bed.