Novel & Cerita The Housemaid Books

"It's not opening. I'm serious." "What?" I took the book from her hands and then easily opened it. "Are you kidding me? It wasn't opening." Emily said. I closed the book and handed it to her again. "Try it." Emily held the cover in both her hands and pulled as much as she could. She wasn't playing. The book really wasn't opening. "Wait." I took the book and ran downstairs. Mary, Emily's maid was preparing a batter on the kitchen counter. She was a sweet-faced old lady, with an extremely sweet personality, serving the Andersons before Emily was even born.

"As my maid, you need to apply to the rules and regulations written in this book, you are expected to resume duty by 6:00 am any seconds delayed you will be penalized for it." "note that as my maid I own you and anything I ask of you should be granted immediately without no delay, stealing is highly prohibited. If you are found stealing you will be prosecuted, you are to serve me my meal at 7:00 am. And lastly do not talk when am talking except you are asked to." "Your work starts tomorrow." After reading the article, Ashley pushed the paper away with a sign and sat lost in thoughtful silence. "Is it true?" Chloe asked watching her eagerly.

The mansion lay silent in the deep hours of the night, shadows pooling in corners like spilled ink. In the master bedroom, the wife lay sprawled across silk sheets, her robe undone, her thighs glistening in the dim lamplight. She couldn't stop thinking about the maid—that stubborn, infuriatingly beautiful girl with the downcast eyes and the trembling hands.

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.

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

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."

And I know that this is a good one. And I’m willing to nurture and let it grow. If it means the goal is her. Amanda. As I close the door of my bedroom, I saw the maids were busy cleaning the mansion. I couldn’t recall the exact workers I have here, inside my mansion. If I were to estimate, it would be around thirty plus? I’m not so sure. But I think it is pretty close to it. “Morning!” I greeted them with a smile. “Good morning too, Sir.”

she answered. “What does she look like then?” Chelsea asked. The maid scratches her nape as she tries to remember what the woman looks like. She looks quite like you, Miss, but she has long red hair. We are almost the same height. She also makes me hurry to call you…” The maid answered while seeming to be in a hurry. It was obvious from Chelsea’s face that she knew who had visited the mansion. “I see. I will be there. Please tell her to wait for me in the living room, and also tell her to not touch anything.”

“Don’t touch my things!” The maid looked frightened, but she tugged it back anyway. “Miss Ava… please don’t make this harder.” Another servant entered with a large box and started sweeping my books, cosmetics, and personal things off the vanity. The sound of them crashing together made my chest tighten. “Stop it!” I moved to block the table. “I said stop!” No one listened. One maid dragged out the suitcase from under my bed. Another yanked open my drawers and emptied them with quick, mechanical movements. Hairpins, letters, skin care bottles, chargers, notebooks, all of it was dumped carelessly into boxes and bags.

But beyond that, I had to handle his documents, arrange his schedules, keep track of his calls, and ensure his home office functioned with the same efficiency as his company’s boardroom. I didn’t understand why he had chosen me. Out of all the capable women who would have begged for this opportunity, why me? A maid with little experience, barely learning how to survive? The thought unsettled me, but there was no time to dwell. I had to prove I could do it, that I was worthy of the trust he had given me. I dressed quickly, tying my hair back neatly and straightening my uniform. Just as I was about to leave my room, Maud, the chief maid, appeared at the door. She held a small set of keys in he