The Housemaid Ending Novels & Stories

She helped Eden sit up and drink some water and gave her mint, along with some aspirin. Eden didn't resist or care about anything. She kept staring at the ceiling mindlessly. When the woman was about to leave, Eden turned to her and said, "What are you doing this?" "Sir's orders, miss Eden," the housemaid said and started walking out again, her pace faster than before. Eden said, "You have to get me out of here, you can't do this." "I can't," the housemaid said. She turned around and looked at Eden with eyes glossy with tears. "I'm so sorry."

Surprisingly, all their phones were switched off. She stopped a cab and then gave him the directions to the house. She was worried at how none of her friends, Alejandro and even Maria's line was off. She paid the cab driver and then walked into the house. It was quiet as if no one was home. She checked the kitchen but no one was in sight. “Hello?" She called as Roberta came out. “Hi, who are you and where is Alejandro?" She asked. “I'm the new maid, and Sir is up in his room." She said making her worried the more.

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Each servant and maid worked diligently, methodically moving the items. I observed from a distance, watching as they executed the task with precision and unity. The sound of footsteps and the occasional clatter of objects being moved. After a concerted effort, the maids and servants successfully completed the task of clearing out Allison's belongings, leaving her room devoid of any trace of her presence. Satisfied with their work, I nodded approvingly and commended them on a job well done before dismissing them to attend to their other duties. Securing the keys to the now vacant room, I made my way to the mini flat, ensuring that all access points were under my control. Then I returned to my

As I slowly regained consciousness, soreness radiated throughout my body, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. Thoughts of the passionate night with Shraf flooded my mind, leaving me feeling kinda weary. Blinking against the brightness of the room, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t alone. A middle-aged woman stood at the doorway, her expression gentle and caring. “Ma’am, I was your new housemaid, Magdalena,” she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Your husband had hired me to take care of you.”

"Really? Is she not from a prestigious family? Would they allow their precious daughter to be married to someone who is dying?" "She is indeed from a big family. But she is perhaps a bastard child. Or else why the Madame called us back? The Madame wants her to suffer together with the half-dead. So we should get everything in this house before we leave." "Jonathan will get angry if we emptied this house." "Jonathan will only check the first floor but he was not allowed in this room. So take everything in this room." "Alright." The maid then sighed, "It's really too bad. I want to keep staying here. We don't have to do anything and we could even do whatever we want to that half dead. Although

Buenavista smiled at her. "What happened, hijo? Mind telling us the story?" Mrs. Buenavista asked. Red took a deep breath before starting his story. "Chelsea and I talked about having dinner together when she gets home. So I cooked because I thought she deserved the effort. When I was done preparing the meal, I sat in the living room and finished the wine I was drinking. It was just one fucking glass, but then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head and I also felt sleepy, so I decided to go up to the bedroom to rest. I don't remember anything else, but I woke up soaking wet and Chelsea said I was kissing our maid. That's when I saw Maris, our maid, she's naked. I wasn't wearing any clothes

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

“You’re done.” The maid blinked. “I’m … sorry?” “Done. Finished. Collect what belongs to you from wherever you sleep and be gone from this house before noon.” Tanya had already turned back to the mirror. “I won’t have someone working in my house who treats this position as though it carries no consequence.” “Please…” the maid’s voice cracked. “I have nowhere to…” “That,” Tanya said, picking up the gold brush and examining it, “is genuinely not my problem.”

"Eleven years, and this is how it ends." The officers started moving him toward the exit. Marcus looked at Julian again. "Over a housekeeper and her sob story." Julian stepped into his path. The officers paused. Julian looked directly at Marcus. "You made one mistake." Marcus stared at him. "You underestimated her." Marcus said nothing. Julian continued. "You thought Zoe was just a housekeeper." He shook his head. "You thought she was someone you could frighten." Marcus's expression remained bitter. "You were wrong." Julian stepped closer.