The Housemaid Ebook Novels & Stories

She would always tell me how much memories we made in this house. I would remember some of the things that she would say, but most of them were the things that I did not want to remember. The memories that I wished should not have been made in the first place. It would be better if it did not happen at all. “G-Good afternoon, Mr. Moore. We did not expect your arrival. Welcome home…” A maid in her mid-30s regarded me with a bow, ceasing from watering the plants. I nodded my head and went inside the house, noticing how clean it was even if no one was living there anymore aside from the maids.

She had nothing to do at home and she was sure Lyla wouldn't talk to her throughout the entire day and as for her mother, she would prefer to stay far away from her until her father finally returns. She let out a sigh, stood up, walked towards her door and locked it. She squatted down, stretching her hand underneath her bed to reach the book she had carefully hidden there. After much struggle she was able to reach the book. Her lips curved into a sly smile, holding the book so preciously in her hand. She laid on her bed, admiring the book. She had bought this book back then to know more about what happens between a man and a woman during their wedding night. Surprisingly, it wasn't only a bo

Back at the Min Manor Belle is cutting grass at the garden When suddenly someone splash her a cold water. She looked up and it was Madam Min "What are you looking at! Are you itching that much for you to seduce my son! Stay away from my son! Your here to work not to seduce someone's fiancee! A maid like you is a trash! You and Lance will never be! How dare you stole someone's fiancee! Your shameless, how did your parents raised you! Your parents must be that poor that even teach you to seduce rich heirs! What a shameless family!"

Very captivating. A woman stood up the porch as I approached her. She wore a maid outfit which gave me the hit that she's the one that'll be attending to me. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a maid hat fastened around her head. “Good day ma, My name is Emma Addison. I applied as a maid for this household and my resume is meant to be today.” I politely said. She nodded, “Come in with me.” We made our way through the beautiful house. She introduced herself as Dorota before she started describing places in the building and what needed to be done there.

She could not let that happen. She blocked Lana's path and said, "Listen, you are no longer welcomed here in this house or in Stanley's life." But I am his wife." Lana replied. Savy smiled and slapped her hard across her cheeks, "How dare you? I can see you've gotten some spine because Stanley decided to look at you or allow you to substitute for me. You now think that you have a right to speak. Do not forget that you're a maid bought from the market, and your purpose in this house was temporary. Do you think you'll become Stanley's wife and spend the rest of your life by his side?"

A few hours ago I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.

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."

Too tight around the arms and too loose around the waist. There were no dresses left. There were no laces to fasten, no silk. They had been taken. Off her closet floor where she had been sleeping. Instead, stiffened fabric and a crumpled piece of paper in pretty script: "No maid will be sent to assist you anymore. You are to do all the regular housework of the caretaker of this home. That is floors, washing, bedroom, and west garden. – Vivian Blackwood" No battle. No conflict.

They acted like it was their own home. At midnight, Mr. Gabelman finally left. Madison, emboldened, ransacked everything she could get her hands on. She swept my belongings off the bedroom shelves and stomped on them, helped herself to my cosmetics as if they were hers. When she found my bracelet, she held it up to her wrist, smiled gleefully, and slipped it into her bag. This time, the footage wasn't pixelated—every expression on their faces was crystal clear. "Holy shit..."