The Housemaid Order Novels & Stories

Rim said back. Oh my God that was too much Rim one was enough. Magdalena told her. I didn't.... Come and clean it again with just water. Malik ordered before she could finish the sentence. Rim looked dumbstruck at his order. But she regain her sense soon and blurted no way am l going to repeat cleaning. Am already tired yet l havent cleaned grandma's room and even yours. The other maids looked at her as if looking at someone who is digging her own grave. They stood silently at the corner not dare make a sound.

She responds but her eyes widen in the next second as she corrects herself in a whisper, “Ma–madam.” Her reaction is a result of Kian’s mother’s order or to put it more accurately, threat to every worker in the house to refer to me as madam because I am the new madam of the house. I wave off her mistake, concerned about other things than a title that won’t be fully mine if I don’t do the work. “Hand it over.” I say. The maid hesitates but does as I command and I motion with my head for her to walk away.

“Miss, the Young Master asked you to come to the living room,” a maid said to a shabbily dressed woman. The woman who was washing the dishes turned around. Her hair was messy, her face looked tired. “Now?” the woman asked. “Yes, Miss,” the maid replied with a stiff expression and lowered her head. Helena Helena looked surprised, it was unusual for her husband to call her when his housework was not finished. However, because it was an order, Helena put the plate in her hands in the sink and dried her hands. Her chest was beating erratically, making Helena feel uncomfortable.

she snapped at me while glaring daggers at me. "It seems like she doesn't have enough work to keep her busy, I want you to sack all the maids in the house except the gateman, the cooks and Ruby. She'll be the one responsible for the other chores, and you'll monitor her strictly. She must not be given food until she's through with all her work for the day, and not to forget that she'll be the one cleaning the whole mansion. If I see a single dirt anywhere in this mansion, I don't care where it's located but I can assure you that the both of you will suffer the punishment together and I'm not joking" she ordered as she stood up from the couch she was seated on.

He then rolled his eyes and said, "I got into a huge argument with my wife that night and kicked my mother-in-law out of the house. She'd been living with us to 'spend more time' with her granddaughter and also take care of her, but we've hired a nanny to replace her now. Eggs are now forever banned in our household." After a slight pause, he then beckoned to the waiter to place the correct food right before me. "That's why they say that only people who care will remember your allergies." The moment the words were out of his mouth, the scene of Bridget stuffing the peach frappe into my hands replayed in my head. I'd actually almost forgotten about it, but it was resurfacing now again. I lowe

“Slowly. On the table.” She obeyed her hands shaking as she set the pacifier and vial down. I could see the calculation in her eyes wondering if she could run or fight. I moved between her and the door blocking any escape. My body trembled with adrenaline but my voice stayed steady. “Who sent you?” The maid swallowed hard. “Please Mrs. Hale. I was just following orders. I have a family. I needed the money.”

“On the master’s orders.” The master’s orders? I stiffened, feeling the pit of unease grow in my stomach. Why would Dante send maids to "assist" me? The last thing I needed was his charity…or whatever game he was trying to play. I glared at them, narrowing my eyes. “Assist me with what?” One of them glanced at her partner before saying quietly, “Your bath, Miss. And to help you dress.”

Instead, she clapped her hands, summoning one of the maids. A young woman hurried over, her head bowed, facing Madam Olivia. “Yes, ma’am?” “Get her a new maid uniform from the ones in my quarters. Make sure it fits her well.” Madam Olivia ordered, sneering at me. “We don’t want an oversized that’ll make her lag during cleaning sessions.” The maid nodded quickly and hurried away, leaving me frozen on the spot. As soon as Madam Olivia left, I turned to Hazel in disbelief. “Really? A maid? You’re joking, right?!” My voice was barely restrained.

She whispers before she leaves, “It’s good to have you back, Miss Antonia.” I nod and smile back, but I do not give a response. The answer comes back almost five minutes later in the form of an order the shy maid is scared to deliver. “Mrs Sienna says none of the maids should assist in cleaning the room, only moving the furniture in, and that the furniture can come from the storage downstairs.” An amused look spreads on my face.

Mrs Maras ordered. From the look of things, Lisa is actually a maid. "Yes ma'am." Lisa immediately replied. "Kass dear!, Lisa is your personal maid from now on, you can tell her if you need something." Mrs Maras said. "You can go in now, she'll show you the way around." Mrs Maras said to Lisa. "Let's go Miss." Lisa said and Kassady trailed after her. While walking, Kassady couldn't help but stare around, the house is actually the best she'd since.