The Housemaid Movie Novels & Stories

Once work was over, I grabbed my files and walk out of the office. All I need right now is a long shower and a good dinner. Speaking of dinner, I just recalled that my kitchen is a mess. Holy lord! I seriously have no choice but to get a maid. Believe me, if I say that, housekeepers aren’t trustworthy, I remember the last maid I had, that bitch is no worse than Maria, she literally stole almost all my pieces of jewelry and not only that, she tried to get herself on my boyfriend, she literally took her clothes off for him to check her out and when he didn’t, she tried to force herself on him. She’s a bitch. I made sure she got fired and to date, she hasn’t gotten a job yet, her CV is still wi

I knew it wasn’t gonna be an easy task but I wanted us to at least,that was the only way to be one step ahead of them. “Any question?”I asked with raised brows. “Actually you missed a part”Emily said and stood up to address everyone as if she was in a meeting and continued”I know the in and out of my house,at that time your talking about,maids are gonna be walking about in the house busy with work and we have nine maids in our house asides my Nanny”. She paused immediately as she mentioned her Nanny’s name like she just remembered something and then she snapped her fingers saying ecstatically”Yes!”

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

, she spat out. “Yes, you may hate me, but it doesn’t remove anything from my body. Now, you said you could work as a maid. I need a maid. So you will be my maid. You will do everything that needs doing in the house and you will also be my escort whenever I need one”, he said to her.

A quick bob of a curtsy. “Sylvie”. My wife says. Who gives me three curtsies. I assume she would have curtsied until her knees gave out if Skye hadn’t placed her hand on her arm and said, “That’s sufificient”. Marta is the final housemaid. One very nice curtsy from her. The lads, George and Thomas, follow with bows. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here at the mansion”. I say.

I quickly took a shower and wore my comfortable striped shirt dress. I tied my hair in a messy bun. I went inside the kitchen to make a coffee for myself. Shanaya hadn't woke up so i thought to make a cup of coffee and drink in peace. But before i could even start making coffee someone rang the bell of our house. 'Who would come at these hours' with this thoughts in my mind i opened the door and came face to face with a woman who was in her late thirties. She is Martha maid of our house. She is a very loving and caring person and not to mention a trustworthy one. Thats why we have given her the spare key of our apartment so that she can come and clean the apartment when we left for our work.

The housemaid cleared her throat and asked, "Why are you here? And... I think you were not in a good shape because you were crying over there, curled like a baby?" Marian wiped the remaining tears quickly and said, "It's nothing, ma'am. I just... something or dust just went through my eyelashes, that's all." "That kind of excuse was so lame. I knew that you were crying," the housemaid said wisely towards her and put her hands behind her back. She looked at Marian and smiled as wide as she can. Marian stood up from her seat, clasped the folder tightly on her chest, and the housemaid looked through her identification card.

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

My eyes shifted to the woman standing half a step behind him, her head bowed, hands clutching the edge of her apron like she thought it could shield her from me. “Who the fuck is this?” My voice cut through the air like a whip. Pete raised his palms, careful, and measured. “She’s not a threat.” I ignored him, my attention was fixed on her. “Speak! Who are you?” The woman’s throat worked as she tried to form words. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling like glass about to break. “I… I’m her maid. Please… I didn’t come to cause trouble.” A maid?

“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.