The Housemaid Books In Order Novels & Stories

The brown liquid spread across my chest and dripped onto the floor. I looked up at her. My eyes were ice cold. “You stupid, clumsy girl.” The maid’s face turned pale. “It was an accident. Please forgive me.” “Accident?” I snapped, standing up. “You walk into my study shaking like a frightened animal and destroy my clothes and documents?” “I didn’t mean to—” “What is your name?” “M-Maria.” I repeated it with disgust. “Maria. How long have you worked here?” “Six months, Mrs. Cadwell.”

Anyone who did not know better would think no one lived here. Matteo's gaze swept over the nightstand. Their photo together used to sit there, but now it was completely empty, leaving only faint marks. He went to the walk-in closet next. The wardrobe was full of this season's haute couture, all sent according to Gianna's measurements, but she had not even removed the tags. Instead, in the corner, the few old cotton pajamas she usually wore were gone. The kitchen counter was spotless. The mugs printed with their cartoon faces had also disappeared.

Even her smile was practiced, delicate and distant. "Thank you," I murmured, trying to return her politeness. As she turned to lead me out, I found myself thinking of stories I had read where the maids were often scheming or bullying and hating on the female leads that their masters brought home. This thought made me a little weary but the maid acted very polite and it gave me no reason to be. It made me equally remember the other romance stories I've read which often painted maids as mistreated or overlooked by wicked female leads. But here, this maid and Mr. Wilson carried themselves like they were part of the mansion's elegance, like they belonged to its rhythm. Or maybe that's what I tho

The one who said I’d never be good enough, just like my mother wasn’t. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe with that familiar disgust. “Straighten your dress, Mrs. White.” I clenched my jaw but obeyed. There was no use arguing with her. Once satisfied, she stepped aside. “You may come in.” My chest tightened, but I stepped forward. Back into the belly of the beast. As I stepped into the house, the maids lined up neatly on each side of the long hallway, bowing their heads. There were ten of them. Five on the left, five on the right. All dressed in uniforms. They looked as though they were part of a show.

I couldn't let them suspect that I was anything more than a weak omega, but serving Cara was the last thing I'd ever do. But I knew that if I protested, it wouldn't end well, so I was dragged back to Cara's quarters, my anger palpable. I knew I had to keep up the act, but serving Cara was the last thing I wanted to do. As we entered her quarters, Cara turned to me with a sneer. "You'll be doing my laundry, cooking my meals, and cleaning my quarters. And if you so much as think about disobeying me, you'll suffer the consequences."

He said and I called the new maid to get it. " Sir, I--I guess I lost it. I mean--", the new slave in training said, so I called our first maid. " Did you hire a clueless Omega slave?" My voice roared. The first maid bowed her head and asked for my forgiveness. "My apologies, my Lord but Miss Ember was the one who always does to tidy up your library. I was too preoccupied with household chores since she left. I'm sorry but this new slave didn't know how to write and read so maybe she threw it away by mistake. I promise to dig everything to find the letter. " She quickly made a bow and left the study room.

In Ms Jane's room. "Where do you want to see a new maid before tomorrow?" Asked Helen, sitting on the woman's bed. "I don't even know. Young master is going to be so furious, he should really stop dismissing his maids." The head maid replied sitting on her bed. After a few minutes of silence. Helen looked at the woman and said. "I think you should send that new girl to him tomorrow." "No. Mr Travis insisted that we make her the king's maid, if he finds out we didn't do what he asked, he's not going to like it." The woman said, shaking her head in disagreement.

Alysia stomped in annoyance. I want to get lost and shout, break their faces, but I do not dare to do that. Because other than my disability, She had no one to help me. She took the cleaners when the woman appeared in front of him. New in her sight. She raised an eyebrow at it. "Hi! my name is Susan, I can be with you here,"She said smilling. Susan is the new maid hired by the Mother at the Mansion. "I don't care!" Slaughtering the maiden, "I'm not a maid here?" She replied bitterly.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

I ask when I step out of the closet, glancing at Eva whose leaning on my door. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. “Bathroom is down the hall, there’s only two in the entire house so we all have to share.” placing one of my suitcases by the dresser, I pull the other upon the bed with a grunt and start unpacking. “While you get settled in, I’ll be downstairs reading. Tiffany, Camille, and Beatrice will be back tomorrow from their trip home so it's just you and me.” “Do they also live here?”