The Housemaid Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

Rowan asked, feeling a mix of confusion and concern. "No, ma, we are at home. They are attending to her here," the maid replied. Rowan stood frozen, holding the key, wondering why her mother would be at home when her health had deteriorated once again. She felt the urge to question the maid about why they didn't take her to the hospital, but she sensed it would be futile. Instead, she decided to go to the house to join them.

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

No one had said a single word since Zayden made me his property. I was trapped in this beautiful, suffocating room with nothing but my own thoughts. A knock came at the door. I groaned. "Come in." I sat up, rubbing my eyes, expecting Chiara or Gianna to arrive with fresh towels, breakfast trays, or whatever it was handmaids did in this house. Instead, a young maid I didn't recognise stepped inside. She was small, nervous, her hands clasped in front of her. "Good day, Mrs Romano," she said, dipping her head.

Maritha replied. "We have at least five maids, a cook, a gardener and a driver. Maritha, please kindly indtroduce them to your Madame." Alec solemnly ordered. "Yes, Sir. Madame, this five women beside me are Wendy, Thina, Alona, Georgia and Rosa who is in charge of the daily housekeeping of the household." Maritha motioned the five women wearing a navy blue maids uniform beside her. The girls gave her a warm and genuine smile which she return in kind.

I immediately started to pack my bags so I won’t forget anything I would need in the house,since I would be living there,I need to take most of my necessities with me,and not forget things that are so important to me. But something took me aback,few years ago I heard my employer lost his wife and he laid off all his domestic worker,why is he looking for a maid all of a sudden and who’s the pay that much,the thought kept coming into my head but I had to just let them go so u can prepare properly,maybe when I get there I’ll have all answers to my questions,I then go about my day. _____________________ On Monday in Marcus Mansion

Isabella's POV The joy I felt can not be quantified. I sat on my bed, taking in all the changes in here. I'm just a maid, how can I have such a lovely room? I know I said yes to being Nate's girl but still, my job description in this house is for me to be a maid. I wonder what I have done or what it was that I'm doing at this moment of my life that made me deserve this. This is a little too much I must say.

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!”

She sneaked into the kitchen when the door opened. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maids running here and there in their maid uniform. I have to do this work for Amelia. She didn't know how to handle this new job. She was quaking at all; the maid was running swiftly, handling multiple things with only their two hands. Except for some basic work, she knew nothing about the household job. She was used to ordering back. “Are you the new maid?” an older woman who in her 60s interrogated me.

I exclaimed as the middle-aged woman was wearing a black dress, average height, with a slender body. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Madonna Kai, Master Richard’s housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room,” she said, and I sighed with relief. “Alright.” I swiftly went to pick up the pen and the document and hurriedly followed her downstairs. As we arrived at the front door of the guest room, Madonna stopped in front of the door and pushed it open. “You may use this room. Will you need anything else?” she asked.