The Housemaid Sarah Denzil Novels & Stories

He walked past Sarah in the sitting room and went straight to his study without uttering any word to her. Since Sarah was new in this house, she didn't know where her things were kept and which room to enter. A maid had collected her bag from her and entered a room upstairs when Sarah first arrived. And she had left with Mrs. Vera immediately after having dinner, to the clothes store. Sarah looked around to know if she could see the maid that had collected her bag from her earlier. Luckily, a maid walked up to her and said, "Mrs. Wilson, your room is upstairs," Sarah wanted to reproach her for calling her that name but managed to keep her anger in check. She quietly walked behind the maid wh

“Hello ma'am. Welcome to the Xandros household. My name is Sarah Reginald. I am the chief maid of this and head cook. The Alpha had instructed that I prepare your best meal in order to make you feel at home and welcomed. May I know what your favorite dishes are?“ She asked and a small smile crept unto my face “Oh that's really nice of the Alpha. My name is Doctor Denise Richards. Nice to meet you Sarah" I said and she bows slightly. “The pleasure is all mine, ma'am" she responded. I studied her for a bit. She looked like someone that could easily be swayed, since I was in need of accomplices in order for my plans to sail smoothly, I decided to be very nice to her. It was my way of breaking h

“Get the job done. That was the stranger's voice. Thank you. I have it ready. I will give it to her now. If it was who i was thinking i wasn't sure i listened to it for an extra twenty five times. Now I was sure it was one of our maids. It was Miss Sarah. My findings got me angry that I almost walked down to her to confront her. But there is always a better way to handle situations. Especially a situation like this one. Since it was the weekend , Miss Sarah's shift was over and another of our maids is supposed to come in by tomorrow. I went down to the study room to find her employment documents and get her details. According to her records she is single and stays at block three at coffee ro

She is dressed in the same uniform that Sarah used to wear and she stands near the door, watching me with impassive eyes. I sit up, confused. “Where is Sarah?” I ask, my voice raw. The maid does not move. “Sarah is no longer your maid.” I freeze. “What do you mean?” “She’s been found guilty of poisoning you. And she is to be punished for her sins.”

He shouted at her from behind, making her chuckle. 'Take care'? She really needs to take care of her there. That place is dangerous! But she stood in front of the door and knocked on the door anyway. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for another stressful hour maybe. The door was opened by a maid. "Good evening, Miss Sarah. Welcome. Please come inside. Do you want me to call Miss Helena for you?" The maid politely asked. "No, it's okay. You don't have to call anyone. Is everyone present in the mansion right now?" Sarah asked while walking toward the living room. She was sure that at least one of her 'lovely' family members would be there to welcome her in the house in true sense.

The bedroom sprawled across a spacious 100 square meters, accompanied by an adjoining wardrobe. "Miss Sarah!" Amanda's embrace enveloped me as she rushed forward. She was one of the two personal maids dedicated to my care in Grandpa Mitchell's mansion. Her age appeared to be fifty or beyond, marked by the wisdom etched on her features. She scrutinized my weathered skin and calloused hands, evidence of the labor I had endured over the past three years. "Sir Amir, what had happened to Miss Sarah?" "She suffered a miscarriage and is going through a divorce," Amir responded somberly.

Heather got up and opened the door, revealing a chubby woman whose hair looked as dry as weeds and her waist thicker than a bucket. She was wearing the same clothes as Heather, which caused her to frown. “Who are you?” Sarah scrunched her nose. “Who am I? I’m this mansion’s housekeeper. How long are you going to carry on sleeping, you lazy slave?” Heather rubbed her temples. “I thought I was the only slave here in this mansion.” Sarah scoffed. “That’s right, you’re the only one here. The rest of us are employed.” Heather’s expression darkened.

"Sarah wanted to build a golf course in the back of her house, and she hired a lot of people to fix the yard." As soon as the butler finished speaking. Sarah went out of the house, and she immediately saw Millianna's obnoxious face. Besides Millianna, there was a lot of luggage. Even Finn had to carry her luggage for Millianna. Sarah looked at Millianna. The bright smile on Sarah's lips completely disappeared, replaced by a scornful smile for Millianna, Sarah said. "Oh look at that, we have a visitor here."

McKinnon to ever storm into this house again as if he owns it. Mrs. Lachlan nodded thoughtfully, her determination unwavering. "I will handle my brother," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Turning to the woman assisting us, she instructed, "Please, show us your most beautiful collection of wedding dresses." The woman hesitated for a moment, but under Mrs. Lachlan's authoritative gaze, she nodded and began to lead us to the stunning array of dresses. With a slight pause, the woman assisting us gently asked, 'What are your preferences?' Her inquiry prompted Mrs. Lachlan to turn her expectant gaze towards me.

Emily said jokingly. “No girly,I have a job offer for you” Sandra replied at the other end. Sandra proceeded to tell Emily her boss was looking for a maid,and she fits the criteria he gave her. At first Emily thought she didn’t hear her clearly,but Sandra repeated it. “ A maid?”, that was all Emily could say,She was angry,is this the good news she said she has for her?She thought “Yes a maid,but your job wouldn’t take much and you’ll get to live in his mansion with him, the pay is 6000$ per month Sandra said over the phone”.