The Housemaid's Secret Novels & Stories

The maid said gently but it would take only a fool not to notice the warning in her voice. "What's going on?" Marina asked and the maid looked backward before whispering. "It's too secret. We are not told, only the butler knows but he is most likely not to tell you as I said that it is top secret. All we know is that entering that room is as bad as trading your life with the devil." The maid informed and Marina nodded. She didn't understand but in other to make this maid go away, she just had to play along with the fact that she understood and wouldn't try to know what was going on.

And so, as the villa bloomed with preparations, she floated among the chaos like a self-proclaimed queen, blind to the shadows that stirred just beyond her carefully polished walls. In one of the upper rooms, far from Marcella’s shrill delight, a young maid moved quietly through the dust. Her name mattered little to those around her—Marcella never remembered it, and the other servants rarely spoke of her. Yet it was she who stumbled upon the object that would shift the course of the household.

He winked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I didn’t ask further because he’d just try to seduce me more, so I started the engine and zoomed off. If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that the maid knew something, and the fact that she was the only new maid who didn’t last up to a month at the house made me realize that maybe what she wanted to tell me all those years ago was really important. Everyone could be sneaky, but there was no sneakier bastard than my dad, and somehow, Mr. L knew this. Whatever the secret was, I was going to uncover it.

Covered my pale skin with a bathrobe and walked outta the bathroom and almost immediately a knock landed on the door and a maid walked in with a tray filled with lunch but I really wasn't hungry. "You can take it back, I'm not Hungry..." My voice was so hoarse when I spoke but she didn't move from where she was standing but I was really nervous... "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't do that... The master would fire me If I fail to make you eat your meal..." The maid helplessly mumbled... She was the maid in charge of bringing the young madam her meals and would lose her job if her job isn't done properly.... Sir Adrian, the Master's secretary had already informed them about the young miss being the

Maria caught the scent of a mossy redolence and a sweet perfume perfused as the sea wind passed through the overhanging wild white jasmines at the entrance of the secret chamber and brushed its mossy walls and up the slippery, mossy staircase as she made a step from the dim into the luminous cavern kitchen. Maria had followed one of the swollen fingers which she had believed had gone ahead of her. She had climbed the staircase and had stood in front of the trapdoor. The kip had been pushed aside to make a way of the trapdoor that opens to the secret chamber downstairs. The awkward girl wondered where the witch’s lookout went. She was startled when something pulled her lengthy, red gingha

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

"Father when picking a good housemaid, she should not be as beautiful as me. If she is going to be by my side and follow me, then she should be invisible to everyone other than the person whose hands she waits on. She must take good care of only me. If I get all of the good qualities in a maid, I am set for success. Then instead of her serving me, she is going to have eyes for my husband instead. Father we have to pick one who is average looking so all the attention will be on me when I enter the room." The small missus of the house strutted around the yard as all the prospective maids were standing in an odd formation around the courtyard.

Where they going to give us up in hopes that they could free their daughter? The maid paused at a wooden door and wrapped quietly against it. She announced her arrival. She left us out of her announcement and waited patiently and the door swung open. The smell of old books wafted into my nose. It was a welcoming smell, as I did love to read books. Sebastion and I passed uneasy glances back and forth as thr maid waved us hurriedly inside. Out of comfort, Sebastion linked an arm around mine and we walked in together.

Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mr. Kusuma is a widower. His wife died when Amelia was 5 years old. There is another special assignment also, which is to pay attention to Miss Amelia. She is already a teenager, Great Madame ordered to take care of her needs. Are you ready, ma'am?" Anita said, confirming my seriousness. "Yes I am ready." * The car has entered the house which has a high gate, barely visible by people standing from outside. Classic Roman design house, looks luxurious with expensive accessories here and there. Ancient jars, crystal chandeliers and decorative sculptures that I know are expensive.