Novel & Cerita The Housemaid Books

She was brought up under the standards of a noble lady. How could she know how to do laundry? Just as she thought of that, she saw Maria hand-washing Charles underwear. Maid Heather's eyes widened in surprise, "Mrs. Smith, you..." Maria understood why Maid Heather was shocked. She explained with a smile, "He's very nice to me, so I want to do something for him." Immediately, Maid Heather was moved. She thought that Mrs. Smith was truly a rare good wife. Young Master Smith was really blessed. After washing it, Maria cleaned up the bedroom thoroughly. She even washed the bed linen she had used.

If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again. Quickly, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety about the wedding, I descended the stairs in the direction of the Maid's chambers. Paradoxically, I felt both eager and anxious about what the future held. Mrs. Cha was waiting for me, boiling some delicious Indian chai leaves, and setting me some sweets and biscuits as a parting treat. She treated me with love and care, just as a mother would do for her child. Without a doubt, she would be much missed by me.

"Wait! You don't need–" "If you need anything, please call us anytime, Miss." Daisy, whose words were interrupted by the young maid, could only let out a long sigh. There was nothing she could do when the woman in the black and white maid outfit left her alone on the main balcony of this luxurious house after serving tea and cakes on the round table in front of her. At first, Daisy thought she was left alone in this house, which made her worried about how she had to clean this big house alone. But not long after River and Sean left, the maids came out and started doing their own jobs.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Weak, timid, incompetent—those were the kindest words people used. He’s had over twenty maids in the past six months, and none lasted more than two weeks. "Mrs. Beatrice—" "I know what you're thinking." She held up a gnarled hand. "But the pay is triple what I give you. Triple, Sera. You'd have enough for school in two months, maybe less." Two months. I could be sitting in a classroom in two months. Learning mathematics, history, literature—all the things my brothers got to study while I learned needlepoint.

The housemaids in the house looked up to her with great respect. Compared to Victoria, she seemed more like the owner of the house. However, she was just a maid in the household. Thea looked at the furniture that served as evidence of her once humble existence and smashed them all. Expensive paintings, luxurious ornaments, and magnificent murals, all were not spared. Soon, the villa turned into a mess.

The morning aftermath feels rushed, like someone skipped breakfast and went straight for the mundane problem-solving. Somewhere down the hall, the maid coughed. I recognised the cough. Marta, my grey-haired maid. She had the kind of cough that said she’d buried more people than she’d sheets tucked in. But the sound of her cough was deceptive, as I’ve learned the previous evening. Marta was talking low to another maid—it was one of the younger ones I guessed, with eyes of a deer caught in a headlight. “The books were still open when they found him,” the young maid whispered.

“You think you can just fire me and walk away like nothing happened? Well, guess what? You’re not innocent either.” The manager took a step back, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” The clerk let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play dumb now,” she spat, her voice growing louder as she attracted the attention of everyone nearby. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The ‘little side business’ you’ve been running. How you’ve been selling Omega women like cattle... selling them as sex slaves to the highest bidder!” My heart froze at her words. I could feel Dylan tense beside me, his expression hardening as he stared at the clerk. Shock moved through the store as th

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."