The Housemaid Sequel Novels & Stories

I thought as I arranged my shirts on the rack, according to colours, just how my Mum used to do it. Soon I heard a door opening, I went into the room, but my door was still locked, I still heard movements. I hoped the maids still remembered that this was my wing of the house and nobody was allowed here. I stepped out and noticed the room opposite mine was open, I stepped in and saw the new House maid , Miriam or Mara, I wasn't sure really. She was changing the sheets on the bed and dropping in soaps in the bathroom like someone was coming here. I hoped not. We would frustrate anyone that stayed here until they left, the voice in my head spoke and I completely agreed for once today.

“She humiliated us, and now she parades around as the heiress! No, I will tolerate this and certainly will not be a pensioner in my own home while that little bitch walks around like a queen.” “What can we do? Should we contest the will? There has to be something we can do, right?” Anthonia hissed. “Well, there are other ways. The board isn’t entirely hers yet and the merger is still fresh, so there are still vulnerabilities. She’s just a girl who got lucky in a bet and is now in over her head.” “She doesn’t seem to be in over her head, mom” Charlotte countered. “Wren really seems to know what she's doing.”

He looked at Ava, his hand reaching out to pull her against his side as they began the slow walk back up toward the glass estate. "The contract we signed in that penthouse seems like a lifetime ago," Ava murmured, looking up at her husband. "That contract was just a transaction, Chairwoman," Caleb whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her head with an absolute, lifelong devotion. "This... this is a dynasty. And nobody breaks our house." As the sun fully cleared the horizon, bathing the Spencer-Miller estate in a brilliant, blinding gold, Ava looked back at the ocean one last time. They had started as a ruthless billionaire and a broken maid bound by a fake marriage. But they had rewritte

“Um, ma'am. We faced a slight problem. She escaped.” “You knucklehead. I oaidf you good money, gave you all you wanted in terms of resourced. How hard is it for you to kill that bitch and being her body to me.” “I'm sorry ma'am. She disappeared into the woods. We tried chasing but we lost her trail.” “Yoy idiots! It was supposed to be quick and sharp. You go in kill her and being her body to me. Now you have missed your chance. She now knows that people are on he tail. You think she'll be crazy to show face like she did before anymore?”

In Ms Jane's room. "Where do you want to see a new maid before tomorrow?" Asked Helen, sitting on the woman's bed. "I don't even know. Young master is going to be so furious, he should really stop dismissing his maids." The head maid replied sitting on her bed. After a few minutes of silence. Helen looked at the woman and said. "I think you should send that new girl to him tomorrow." "No. Mr Travis insisted that we make her the king's maid, if he finds out we didn't do what he asked, he's not going to like it." The woman said, shaking her head in disagreement.

said the head maid and Charlotte nodded her head . She was about to walk away then saw the buckle with the dirty water that Charlotte had cleaned the floor . The head maid showed a grin and walked near the buckled with dirty water then kicked it . The dirty water inside , filled the floor and made it dirty again . " Sorry , my foot slipped ! " said the head maid with a sinister smirk before leaving .

Gianna moved back to 13th Street. The place still held traces of her grandmother and memories that belonged to their youth. Matteo had once said, "Gigi, I'll keep this house forever. When we're old and tired of all the fighting and killing, we'll come back here and plant flowers." She curled up on the old couch, clinging to memories to survive. Not long after, an eviction notice appeared on the front door. It bore the all too familiar wolf head seal.

Jessica surveyed the area; when she noticed that maids were coming and going, she knew that Sky had to be inside. Struck with a bright idea, she returned to the main house, collected maid attire, and made her way to the small house atop the hill. Upon her entry, the maid assisting Sky gazed at Jessica and remarked, "You're new; I've never seen you before. Where did you come from?" Jessica replied with a smile, "I was just brought over to assist in escorting Sky down since it's time for the ritual and the wedding to commence." The maid nodded, smiled in return, and exited the room. As Jessica approached, she caught Sky's eye with a wink. Sky caught on and seamlessly played along.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

The maids were on top of house chores at his home, but the wife was the one responsible for housework in the everyday family. It was a good thing his butler arranged for the maids to clean before they moved in. The house was spotless. Serenity swept around without finding a speck of dust. Now that she was done with the daily tasks, Serenity returned to her room and cleaned herself up. With a handbag in hand, Serenity walked out of the room and told the man on the sofa, “Mr. York, I’m going to my sister’s place and then to the shop. Around what time will you be home? You can leave me a message, so I’ll leave the door unlocked.”