The Housemaid Sarah Denzil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s Marcel pulling strings again. But strings leave trails. And trails lead to doors. And behind one of those doors… is Sarah. I stood in front of the board again. The maps, the red circles, the lines I’d drawn so many times I could see them in my sleep. Denis’s photo was pinned near a group of old warehouse districts. Quiet zones. Out of the way. Places you could keep a person without the world noticing. I leaned in. Whispered to myself. “If I get even a sniff of her… I’ll burn the whole city down if I have to.”

I didn't know what to do. I looked around to try to orient myself and saw the kitchen nearby. There were the basics: refrigerator, stove, and microwave. I went over there and found some old dishes and silverware. I felt disgusted by them. I looked at a door nearby and realized it was a powder room. It was so ugly that it filled me with even more sadness. I left it and went to another door in the living room. There was a garden at the back. Then, I saw a door under the stairs and noticed it was the compartment for an old washing machine. I immediately thought that there was no clothes to wash there. I almost cried realizing that.

It was full moment of sadness for her. The maid was dismissed but when she was about about leaving the room. Ruby speak to her: "Speaking of many people you have come across before I was here in this pack, have you come across anyone bearing Sarah?" The maid shook her head. "No, only one person bear that name. She was old, married to her mate, had lived for many years and have grandson. She is…" "Not her. I mean a teenager, any teenager who bears Sarah stay in this pack house or visit this pack house before my arrival?" Ruby asked.

CHAPTER 12: Made of ice Sarah stood anxiously in the grand foyer of her house, arms crossed as she observed her assistant, Irene, scribbling down the last of her instructions. The instructions were for her new housekeeper, Mrs. Langford, who stood nearby, nodding attentively, as Sarah reeled out the important details she needed to know. Sarah hated having to leave her children alone with her new staff, who was practically still a stranger, but she had no choice.

“What is this about?” “This maid,” I explained, “claims to know things about Sarah. But she’ll only speak with a promise of her life. You’ll bear witness to my word.” Justin’s eyes flicked to the trembling girl. “Speak then. And pray what you say is worth sparing your neck.” The maid’s breath came quick and shallow. She glanced between us, as if measuring whether we’d actually keep our word. “I…I am Lady Sarah’s spy,” she whispered finally. My jaw clenched.

Sarah’s heart sank down on the ground and her ability to breathe vanished. Devlin screamed in his head. It felt like bugs were walking all over his body. He was so embarrassed and frustrated. He had never begged anybody in his whole life and tonight he just did and that because of this woman! The sooner she goes, the better, Devlin suddenly made up his mind to send Sarah away as she was having too much effect both on him and his life. Earlier on when Sarah confided that she was from Uk, it was a lucky strike for him. With this information, he was sure they would know a lot about her family soon. A small and plum old woman opened the door. She wore round glasses and her hair were all grey. He

She had been working for him for almost a year and she could say that it has been one of her most difficult job ever as a maid. To her, Mr Denzel was a bunch of trouble. He was arrogant, rude and above all, he was a chronic cassanova. He came home almost every night with different ladies. She feared that perhaps one day his sperm would run dry. He always wanted to sleep with almost every woman.

And if she wanted to rise higher, if she wanted the title of Head Maid, then it was time to abandon Smite. She walked past Concubine Naomi’s quarters and stopped at the one right after it. It was a quieter, smaller house. But Sarah knew it was intentional. After checking twice to make sure no one was watching, she walked inside and went straight to the concubine’s personal maid. The maid frowned. “Are you sure no one saw you come here?” Sarah shook her head quickly. “No. I made sure of it. Please, tell her highness it’s urgent.” The maid studied her for a moment, then nodded and disappeared into the room. A few long minutes passed before she returned, signaling for Sarah to follow.

Zöella cleaned up the kitchen and dished herself a pot of soup and then headed for her room. She went through her mail and still she had not received any email for an interview with the companies she'd applied for. How long was she going to be his maid? She questioned herself. The pay was decent. She had been able to save up a lot since she wasn't paying any rent, not bills. But she had to get a job that qualified her status. She was an MPhil holder. She thought as she lay on her bed. She recalled those days where she had a decent job and where everyone had repeated her. But now all the people she helped had long forgotten her and the efforts she made towards them.

“If you like, I can ask Sarah, the head maid, to see you. She’s the one who oversees all the maids in this castle. Newcomers, especially.” “Can you do that? That’d be great!” I said, hoping that the woman really will accept me. *** “That is not possible, nor necessary,” Sarah denied, without even an inch of hesitation at my request to work here. “Please reconsider. I can do whatever chore you wish for me to do,” I pleaded, not wanting to back down from this chance. “Back in the Downfall Pack, while I wasn’t a maid there, I’ve done plenty a maid is expected to do. I promise, I can-“