The Housemaid Epub Novels & Stories

"For personal assistant, I don't know anyone that need a assistant" Ruth said, "Do you know where I can get a job as a housekeeper or housemaid?" Doyin asked, "Why do you choose to work as a maid, are you not a graduate?" Ruth asked, "Yes, I'm a graduate, but I have my reasons for choosing to work as a maid" Doyin said, "But house chores used to be tedious and tiring" Ruth said, "You are right, but my job In the house Is not just a maid, but a maid to a widower, a single dad, or a maid to a elderly men, and that's how I can make fast cash" Doyin explained,

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.

"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

MAY I clenched my fists. I thought I could fake a smile but my face didn’t cooperate with my slyness. She was dressed in a different attire, one that I had never seen since I got to the mansion. The maid stepped backwards as she came forward. “My name is Lydia and I am the current housekeeper. For the next two weeks, I will take up the duties of the butler and manage the maids until Mama comes back. Nice to meet you, Miss,” She smiled at me. Just by taking one look at her, I could tell that she was an opportunist. She was smiling so confidently, not minding that she was caught with my husband last night.

she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.” Tessy frowned. “But why me? If they have so many servants, why add another?” “Because I trust you. And the head maid needs someone she can trust. That’s all.” Tessy didn’t reply right away. She chewed on the thought, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. “The pay is good,” Grams continued, leaning forward. “More than good. About $3,500 a month. Enough to cover everything at home, and st

Mirabelle abruptly dropped to her knees and sobbed, "Mr. Pembroke, I take care of the cleaning, groceries, and cooking every day and have never made a mistake. "I genuinely have no idea what's come to Mrs. Pembroke. It's not my fault she's getting heavier or losing her looks!" Looking up at me with teary eyes, she continued, "Mrs. Pembroke, are you lashing out at me because you're stressed? It's alright, though. I know we housekeepers are just your punching bags." After hearing that, Marcus shoved me to the floor in disgust. "Look at you. You don't look anything like the lady of the house anymore. In fact, you look worse than a housekeeper!"

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.

This big stupid house had more ears than walls. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth. ‎ ‎I knew they whispered sometimes everyone in houses like this did but hearing it out loud? Hearing me described like some embarrassing soap-opera disaster? ‎ ‎That one hurt. ‎ ‎I stepped into view. ‎Deliberately. ‎ ‎Their faces drained of color instantly. ‎ ‎The first maid tripped over her own feet trying to stand straight. “Miss Miss Vivienne” ‎ ‎“You forgot to whisper quieter,” I said calmly. Too calmly.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.