The Housemaid Book Series Novels & Stories

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Alyssa said, walking inside the room with the doctor behind her. Emily looked around the house, the quietness was haunting. The house was clean, too clean like no one lived in it. She decided to snoop around, she walked inside, her eyes finding the first door and her delicate fingers brushing against the surface of the closed door. She pushed and the door gave way immediately, her eyes swept over the neatly arranged furniture and carefully curated decor, exuding a sense of calm and normalcy. She studied the bookshelf, intrigued by the amount of books stored within them, different titles and shapes. Her fingers found one and she retrieved it titled We Were Liars.

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE: - DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1 & 2 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS CONSORT WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~GEEGEE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A mansion that appeared to be over three centuries old was built in a secluded valley. This was the mansion of a family that had lived in seclusion for centuries, not interfering with any outside affairs. There was a room in this mansion that was exquisitely decorated. This room

Turns out I was wrong. The door swung open and a red haired lady stood at it with a smile on her face. "Housekeeper?" She asked. I nodded quickly. "Yes that's me. I'm ugh ... here for the interview." I take a peak inside the house and almost gasped. The house looked as amazing as I'd dreamt it to be. The lady followed my gaze and let out a chuckle. "I can see you like the house. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Clara by the way, the one who called earlier."

Pulling the curtains apart, I let the warm sunlight spill into the room, hoping it would clear my head. But the peace of the morning was shattered by that relentless scrubbing sound. Who the hell was making such a racket at this hour? I could feel my annoyance growing with every step I took toward the noise. My muscles tensed, ready to confront whoever dared to disturb my rest. I followed the sound down the hallway and pushed open the bathroom door. And then I stopped short, the words dying on my tongue. Sibel. There she was, kneeling beside the toilet with a brush in hand, scrubbing the porcelain with a fierce determination. I stared, dumbfounded. Sibel, our alpha, reduced to cleaning toile

I hadn't prohibited this room for anyone, so I couldn’t blame Mariella for the irritation I felt. She was inside the room, on her tiptoes over the two-staired ladder, trying to reach for the books over the shelf. This girl would get herself in trouble if left alone for a single second. But in this scenario, I wouldn’t blame her height, but that fucking ladder. Was that even a ladder? A crisp sound reached my ears, and my eyes snapped toward the leg of the shelf. The wood had rotten because of the dampness in the room. I rushed inside, knowing full well what was about to happen. Mariella wasn’t even aware of the whole situation.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!