The Housemaid Ending Novels & Stories

“Not with a drug trafficking scandal hanging over this house.” Claire’s expression twisted. “You ungrateful—” She lunged forward, grabbing the girl by her hair. “I picked you up from the streets and this is how you repay me?!” “Let go!” the maid cried out. The other servants rushed in, pulling them apart as the room descended into chaos. While the commotion was ongoing, Richard stood. His gaze locked onto the housekeeper. “Mary,” he called out, his voice low. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Ada I've spent years preparing for this moment, but standing in the grand foyer of the family who destroyed mine, I wonder if I'm truly ready to play the role of the dutiful maid. "This way, Miss Johnson," the housekeeper, Mrs. Danes, says to me as we continue through the house. Well, it's more of a palace, but whatever.

They couldn't do anything other than allow her to go, but now that something bad had happened, Mary knew she had to speak out because she did not want to get burned in a fire, all because of another person. "Is a maid missing?!" He asked, looking at Shawn, who was behind him with his head bowed. "How did a maid get missing? And who is this missing maid?" "She must have left the house last night, Alpha," Shawn said. He also did not know that a maid was missing. "A maid left the house last night without anyone knowing?" He asked, looking at them in anger. Get me the CCTV footage now! He commanded. He watched how the girl added poison to her food when no one was there. He also watched when she

the housekeeper arrived just then and was surprised to see the maid shivering before him, “ what happened?” “ What is she doing here?” She turned to the maid, “What are you doing here?” “ I..I..,” “ Fire her,” cold and precise, he ordered. The maid fell on her knees, rubbing her palms together as she pleaded, but because of Mrs. Jones, he knew he could be more brutal than that. Without listening to any of her pleas, he walked out without sparing any of them a second glance. (End of flashback) He watched her walk back to the room he'd shown her to be hers.

Hearing that, a faint smile finally appeared on Tessa’s lips. She had thought this maid knew nothing. Now it seemed she had underestimated her. She still had some sense. "Alright, then get out of here." The housemaid nodded repeatedly, afraid of staying any longer. She was worried something might go wrong if she delayed. She could’ve left smoothly, but if anything held her back now, that wouldn’t end well. Looking at Tessa like that, the housemaid was genuinely scared. She hurriedly crawled out, not daring to waste another second here.

Not to create a problem for them, she got up quietly sobbing in her tears and grabbed her things out, and told a maid to clean his room. The maid apologizes to her for shifting her things to his room as told by Mr. Davis. She just sighed and weakly smiled. "It’s okay... I understand." With that, she was about to leave but a voice echoed in the gallery. "All maids are fired! everyone leaves this house." Kennard said coming out of his room. "Then who will do cleaning and other households?" Madeline protested as she saw the fear of unemployment on the maid's face. "You!! You are not planning to eat and sleep for free, are you?" he roared and told the maids to leave. They all ran out without hav

“If you’re going to break everything” “I didn’t mean to,” I said again, this time quieter. But they kept going. “You’re not the madam of this house,” one of the cleaners said. “We all know what this is. Don’t come here forming.” “ i never said i was the madam…it was an accident and i didn’t mean to…” “ Of course you didn’t , How did you get home ? Did you seduce him ? if he was going to fall in love with a maid , he should pick the pretty once “

“I don’t think they’d find you. Or worse…they would.” Carrie snorted softly. “You’re being dramatic.” “I am not,” Shawn said. “I’ve seen horror movies that start exactly like this. Beautiful house. Polite staff. Suddenly…. boom… disappearance.” Before I could answer, a line of maids came in quietly, each holding silver trays with covered lids. They moved together smoothly, setting dishes on the table with calm efficiency. One maid stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Delia.” “Good morning,” I replied automatically, still a little stunned by everything.

Cathy asked as she entered the kitchen. "Chicken nudgets, Madam?" a maid replied. "Why? I didn't tell you to cook it." she asked, looking at the other dishes. "Miss Mary told me to make this and a few other dishes for the kids." She approached the maid and stood in front of her. The maid swallowed in fear. "Does Miss Mary pay you?" she asked. "No, Madam?" the maid answered, stumbling. "Is she the housekeeper here?" "No, Madam."

The maid who was standing as if she had seen a ghost said “Of course she is, the madam slapped her” The cook proceeded to boiling water “Seriously?” The maid was shocked, did Tasha really slap her? “Where were you yesterday?” The cook shook her head Later in the day, Sandra came to the house after she had heard that Summer came home with a baby from Tasha; “Where is she?” Sandra asked the maid who she ran into on getting to the house “She is her bedroom” the maid responded “Thank you” Sandra proceeded to the room