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A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water. ''What the hell was this?'' She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral. "Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow." "Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

Her shrill voice rose, drawing even more attention. Her mother rushed to her side in alarm. “What’s wrong, child? Who did this to you?” she gasped, noticing Ronda’s dress already stained with wine. “She did!” Ronda spat, pointing at Tessy. “This lowlife maid!” Mrs. Hill’s eyes flicked over Tessy, hesitant. The girl wasn’t dressed like a maid, her gown looked expensive, refined. But still, she chose to stand by her daughter. After all, they were elites, friends of the Smith family. In their circle, they could get away with almost anything.

he argued. "Wait, wait, wait! Credits are done, and she's home. It's starting!" Ben settled back against the bed's headboard next to Trish who was watching the movie with rapt attention. On the screen, the socialite was walking up to the front door of her mansion, flicking her mane of blond hair back over her shoulders. The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit.

“Okay, chill. I mean, the woman who came a few months ago, who said you didn’t need a maid. There’s not much to clean in your place; I barely find any dust. Your clothes are at the laundry, and I’m the one who picks them up. You’re often not at home, and you’re not used to cooking. But, you can find a way to deal with that, with all your wealth.” He didn’t reply, so I looked at him and then back in front of us, “Hmm, well, I miss home-cooked food,” “That’s why you’re looking for a housekeeper?” He still didn’t answer, “Why don’t you just hire a chef?” “I barely trust people, I don’t want anyone to just barge into my home and give them the chance to ruin or deceive me,” “Am I trustworthy, Sir

She went downstairs to find the maids, and they immediately regrouped, their faces half-conscious and sleepy. Some are still fresh and healthy with wet hair. "What did my wife do today? Aren't you her friends? Explain to me!" Asked Morgan, sitting on the sofa facing the 27 single women who were his wife's friends in this big house. "Madam doesn't do anything, Sir. Just grumpy and upset all the time. Even Madam often looks at her mobile phone and..." "Dan?" Morgan asked. "Madame is upset with the news that you have a relationship with Model Anastasia." It was obvious from the maid of his wife's age that Morgan had chosen to be Jessica's maid.

Seeing me, she didn't even greet me and the way she reacted, she definitely recognize me. Trying to ignore her, we tried to enter but she blocked the entrance. "I’m very sorry, but we’ve been instructed not to allow you in," the maid said boldly. "What? Are you crazy? How dare an ordinary maid act so pompous? Don’t you know who she is?" May yelled at her, but the maid just scoffed. "Of course I know. She was the bastard brought to this house, but it turns out she’s not just a bastard but a witch who killed her own parents and tried to frame someone else for it."

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.

The maid didn't stop till when she shows me all the sitting rooms, bedroom together with senima, kitchen, closet and other parts of the house. I have two house maid and the driver, that means we are four people in the house. In this very day, each one of them had explained him and herself to me clearly. And we finally all of us understands each other very well. I really feel whether am dreaming with what's happening to me now in my life.

"Why is it my fault? I am here inside my room... in my own house, woman." She introduced herself. She's Tali Dela Cruz. She doesn't have that much knowledge as she didn''t finish a degree and she didn't even go to high school. It seems like I'll need to adjust to her because I really need a maid. Her looks were saying that I can trust her. I told her one of my house rules, which is that my housemaids should not develop feelings for me. Otherwise, they'll be dismissed. And I couldn't believe what she just said.

"That's fine. I also need to burn some calories for the day, so please, don't burden yourself with that." The maid smiled, pleased at the small kindness the house lady shared. She wasn't bossy like the previous home she served at, and she wasn't rude and cold like the other rich people she encountered either. Had she known this house had such an excellent master, she would have applied for this place sooner. Feeling approachable, Clara decided to ask for a bit of help. She had been struggling without any solution. "Madam, can you please help us with the master's laundry? We are not allowed in his room, and we also didn't get his laundry yesterday. Can we please get his laundry if it's okay w