The Housemaid Sequel Novels & Stories

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

It turned out that the old woman was a leech, sucking the wealth of a dying old man after being thrown away by her mother. It was only recently that her mother discovered that the old woman was bribing their housemaids as spies in the mansion. Her mother had cleaned the spies out but there were some who stayed hidden. Jewel dialed a number. "Hello, fire this maid," she said and told the other line about the maid who followed her earlier, before she shook her head and continued walking towards the Aisle. "Senyorita, here!" A Sacada called, waving a hand at her.

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

Nonetheless, he was a nice, kind man. After attending to him, I went on with my other duties. The schedule went on for days, the mansion seemed so quiet and the other maids were strangely odd. A week passed and still, the young master hadn't returned home. Not like I care though, I prefer him not in the mansion so I could feel at ease. “Hey, you!” I turned to see Marissa calling from the opposite direction with Mary and Brittney, more like side slaves for Marissa. What do these cockroaches want?

Before she leaves, I call out, “Hey, what’s your name?” “My name is Quinn Austin, but you can call me Mrs. Austin. I’m the head housemaid here.” She looks me up and down, taking in my plain wedding dress. I know she feels sorry for me, for seeing those discarded clothes and probably realizing that my husband might be upstairs, in bed with another woman, right after our wedding. “Mrs. Austin,” I say, nodding politely, despite my racing heart. “Can you show me to my room?” Mrs. Austin, a woman in her late forties, nods with a carefully blank expression, years of working for Ethan Caine must have taught her that. “This way, Mrs. Caine.”

I immediately started to pack my bags so I won’t forget anything I would need in the house,since I would be living there,I need to take most of my necessities with me,and not forget things that are so important to me. But something took me aback,few years ago I heard my employer lost his wife and he laid off all his domestic worker,why is he looking for a maid all of a sudden and who’s the pay that much,the thought kept coming into my head but I had to just let them go so u can prepare properly,maybe when I get there I’ll have all answers to my questions,I then go about my day. _____________________ On Monday in Marcus Mansion

She must be somewhere around this house since I was standing at the gate all this while and I didn't see her leaving” I thought as the maid spoke out. “I saw her go upstairs while you were away” the maid answered, slightly shivering. “Are you alright?” I asked as soon as I noticed her shiver. “I'm alright sir, just a little cold” the maid replied with a little sneeze. “You should go get some rest, leave the big screen, it's clean already,” I said as I hurried upstairs. I must put an end to this marriage once and for all. I can't handle more of Riley barging in here and claiming that she still had a right to trespass onto my property.

The reception was extraordinary, it was like they were welcoming the arrival of a princess and prince. Harnum's eyes filled with tears. He really felt very happy and moved. His feelings became more and more intense until without realizing it, clear droplets were rolling down his cheeks. “Welcome, Mrs. Harnum. Finally, Mr. Al got married and lived in this mansion. Let me introduce myself, I'm Ida, the head maid of this mansion." Aunt Ida bowed. “And they are servants who have their respective duties in this mansion. Everyone in this mansion has a role to play." The middle-aged woman named Ida introduced herself and introduced the other household assistants.

I called my maids and they resumed work immediately, they cleaned my room first before attending to other parts of the house. "It's been a while ma'am, didn't think you will still move back here after getting married," my chef said after she prepared a delicious meal for me.