The Housemaid's Secret Novels & Stories

I said and looked at the mansion. "What do you mean by secret room? Does the one like 50 Shades of Gray?" I quickly turned to her because of what she said. She was still laughing so I pulled her out. "What?!" "For example, basement or underground space." She removed the ball pen from her mouth and seemed to think. She looked around her for a moment before turning to me again. "Mother used to tell me that whenever the Lazarus came home, they were often downstairs. I'm not sure what they're referring to but maybe that is," said Erika, and looked at me.

she replied and walked away from him into the kitchen. He put on the all-to-feminine slippers with the bunny on the front and shook his head. It was all too wrong. Then he followed her into the living room. He sat beside her and for the longest time, he studied her annoyed expression. "Aren't you going to talk to me about our baby?" he asked when he saw the maid enter one of the rooms. "There's nothing to talk to you about," she told him dismissively, as she worked on her phone. Then on an afterthought, she added, "After all, he is the child of a lover and not yours."

Again nothing happens. “Excuse me, anyone home,” Alice said as she strikes the door with the knocker. It produces a nasty sound that seems to reverberate deep into their bones. Don winces at the unpleasant noise. “Come in,” said a friendly voice of a woman. A splendid sight meets them when they open the door. The hallway of the house is as richly decorated as the outside. The carvings on the wall are so intricate that it looks alive and organic. Statues beam at them in each corner. To complete the picture of perfection, a beautiful woman awaits them at the end of the hallway. Her stunning features are indescribable, like an artwork came to life.

It was risky, I knew, but I couldn't bear to remain a captive in my own home any longer. As I glanced around, I realized that the maid, Sarah, was preoccupied with her duties, tending to the needs of the household. Her keen eyes were momentarily averted, and I seized the chance to slip away unnoticed. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept silently through the opulent corridors, my every movement shrouded in secrecy. It was nerve-wracking, yet thrilling to be emancipated from the watchful gaze of the household staff.

Nevertheless, this time, something felt different. After hearing a knock on the door, I began to head in that direction. Perhaps it was Mrs.Cha, who came to pick me up. I was clueless as to whether or not she was aware of what took place the previous night. Maybe she heard about it in the news and was too scared to return. As soon as I flung open the door, a swarm of individuals poured in, dragging a couple of clothes racks behind them. I was so startled that I anchored myself to the wall and let them in. The designer eventually came in and introduced herself. All of the racks were set up in the living room for viewing. I kept my eyes on the door, hoping Winston would arrive soon to offer as

Gently, the door creaked open, revealing the tentative head of our housemaid. "Ms Morris, breakfast is served. Sir is requesting your presence downstairs," I acknowledged with a nod, as my throat felt parched. She gave me a suspicious glance before departing. As soon as I heard her fading footsteps, I hastily retrieved the damned roses and the letter, swiftly stashing them in the closet and securing it with a lock.

I KEEP MY SECRET TO MYSELF NOBODY KNOWS HOW I OPERATE I JUST GIVE ORDERS AND THEY FOLLOW NO QUESTIONS ASKED TO BE HONEST I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN CUS IT WAS HER FIRST TIME BUT I NEEDED TO GO HARD ON HER SHE'S TOO SOFT AND TO BE WITH ME SHE NEEDS TO HARDEN HER HEART ❤️ SHE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THE WORLD I CRUEL MY SWEET BRIDE I WILL MAKE YOU SOO ALONE TO THE EXTENT THAT YOU WILL ONLY NEED ME AND ONLY YARN FOR ME . . COME IN DOCTOR LISA THE MAID SAID,OUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOUR SERVICE SHE'S IN THE MASTERS BEDROOM OK THANK YOU I'LL SEE TO HER MYSELF YOU MAY LEAVE AM SORRY I CAN'T OUR MASTER TOLD US TO STAY TILL D WHOLE PROCEDURE IS DONE AFTER THE MISTRESS TREATMENT WHE SHOULD CLEAN HER PROPE

The maid said slowly, "She asked me to tell you to come to see her right away because Miss Helen has something to tell you." Hearing this, Mrs. Luna hurried upstairs to find Helen. Meanwhile, the maid turned away, returning to her usual house cleaning duties. At this moment, Anna is always hiding in the kitchen, constantly observing the situation, when no one is paying attention to her, or seeing anyone wandering in the main house area. Anna quietly went upstairs.

A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, towel pressed to my face. One of the housemaids peeked in. "Ma'am, breakfast is ready." "Just bring it up here. I'll eat in my room." "Of course, ma'am," she said before disappearing. Ten minutes later, a tray of warm croissants, fresh strawberries, poached eggs, and orange juice was wheeled in. I ate slowly, savoring each bite. Letting myself feel again. After breakfast, I dressed in something soft and pretty - pastel linen pants, a white camisole, minimal makeup, hair up in a claw clip. When I came downstairs, Mom was already waiting, a vision of elegance and sass in her fitted jumpsuit and oversized sunglasses.

Everything felt perfect…almost too perfect. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running. Richard was still in the shower. I adjusted my robe, making sure it was tied securely before heading downstairs. I opened the door to find one of our maids standing there, a large brown envelope clutched in her hands. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, her head slightly bowed in respect. “Someone dropped this off and said it was for you.”