The Housemaid Sequel Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.

she said as I entered. I heaved a heavy sigh and sat at the end of the bed with my back to her. I removed my shoes, they were aching my feet and the pain seemed to be traveling all over my body. I loosened my tie and took of my jacket, finally. "What is it Emma?" "You hired a new maid?" Wasn't it obvious? I was certain she had already seen her. "Yes." My head was pounding still. "She'll be making your coffee now?" "Yes." I was getting annoyed.

she said ushering me in while I trailed behind her slowly, I got into the mansion and was amazed by the sight in front of me, it was extremely beautiful, how can only one family live in such a big house??, I was really speechless, i kept on admiring the entire environment until we've gotten inside. the big royal door opened, ushering us in, the house was beyond beautiful, I tried as much as possible to maintain my composure as i scoured my eyes round the sitting room. As we approach the dinning room, we met a beautiful woman sitting in the dinning with a maid dressing her hair, the woman's face beamed in delight immediately she saw us coming, I guess she must be Madam Caroline.

I leave the room and go back to the living room, where I find them talking again and when they look at me, I can see their mocking faces. “I didn't think this outfit would look so good, but it did. Now you can follow Jessica and she will tell you what you have to do, I don't want to know about your rebelliousness, she runs the house when I'm not there. I don't say anything, I watch as Jessica leaves the room and I follow her into the kitchen. — Sara and Anna, I want you to meet the new maid, she will help you with whatever it takes, today she will help Anna with cleaning the house.

She then waved her hand hands and said, “Mrs. Wilson, don’t cook if you aren’t good at cooking. We’ll find another maid that’s good at cooking.” Mrs. Wilson said, “The food that I cook doesn’t taste good. It’d be better if you hired someone that specializes in cooking.” After Jim and Lily were driven out of the house, Maxwell kicked out the two young maids. With that, Mrs. Wilson, Maxwell, and Sonnet were the only ones left in the house.

The maid said in a shaky voice: “Before I became a rogue, I was a maid working in this elder’s house. My mistress suspected her husband of having an affair. And she thought he was banging one of the maids in the house. She fired and expelled all of us for it!” The maid pointed a finger at Chloe and snarled furiously: “But it was you! I lost my job, left my hometown, and became a rogue because of you! You tramp…Why did you have to fuck another woman’s husband?!” Chloe clenched her teeth looking humiliated, and growled, “Shut your fucking hole! I can do whatever I want!” “But my mistress had a miscarriage because of her husband’s affair!” the maid cried, “You have blood on your hand!”

“I’m in charge here, and if you ever defy or question me again, I will have you sweating it out in the garden! Remember you’re just a common maid. Know your place.” I nodded weakly, swallowing my arguments. Her words cut deep, but I had to control my tears from forming. Eight years, I’d worked so hard and given it my all to have a better life, but still, I hadn’t gone anywhere far, and now I was just some common maid, a nobody. At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if Luke had never called off our wedding. This was all my fault. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes now, but still, I couldn’t let myself give in.

Cathy asked as she entered the kitchen. "Chicken nudgets, Madam?" a maid replied. "Why? I didn't tell you to cook it." she asked, looking at the other dishes. "Miss Mary told me to make this and a few other dishes for the kids." She approached the maid and stood in front of her. The maid swallowed in fear. "Does Miss Mary pay you?" she asked. "No, Madam?" the maid answered, stumbling. "Is she the housekeeper here?" "No, Madam."

"It wasn't me losing my mind, and it wasn't an accident. That new maid Sebastian hired—Clara—she is a fraud and a monster." I leaned forward, laying out every single horrifying detail. I told her about the missing security footage of the kitchen fire, the way Clara deliberately sabotaged the house, the way she locked me out of the master bedroom and taunted me with the key, and how she played the helpless victim the exact second Sebastian walked around the corner.

He grabbed his briefcase and left. I stayed at the table. Counting in my head. One. Two. Three. Got to one hundred before I moved. Making sure he was really gone. Then I exhaled. First real breath all morning. Alone. I could think now. Could feel. The door opened. I jumped. But it was just Mrs. Chen. The housekeeper. She came three times a week. She was maybe fifty-six. Efficient. Kind. Observant. She'd worked here for eight years. Been here before me.