The Housemaid Sequel Novels & Stories

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Not hesitating, and as a woman who once managed a home, she corrected the maid. “Call me Madam. I’m not a mistress but Sebastian’s wife.” The maid was reluctant, as the nanny had instructed them in the kitchen not to address the woman as Madam, and also specified that Sebastian would send Michelle out of the house as soon as he woke up. She, who once wanted Sebastian dead, now wanted him to live just so he could kick Michelle out of the mansion. Since she was married to Sebastian by Mr. Newman, she couldn't be easily gotten rid of or manipulated.

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”

I smashed the door down at that point and went to the restroom, saying, "You can do it, Elyse, just fight!" When I spotted a spider, I yelled "Ahhhhhhhhh!" and slipped. I sighed and carefully stood up, my eyes riveted on it. I accepted it, but I scowled because it was only a toy. Is he a child? He's strange, ah, only kids treat maids like this. I tidy up the mess in the space and the paint on the floor after I take a shower. The space is OK; it just requires some serious cleaning and organization.

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

Hearing that, a faint smile finally appeared on Tessa’s lips. She had thought this maid knew nothing. Now it seemed she had underestimated her. She still had some sense. "Alright, then get out of here." The housemaid nodded repeatedly, afraid of staying any longer. She was worried something might go wrong if she delayed. She could’ve left smoothly, but if anything held her back now, that wouldn’t end well. Looking at Tessa like that, the housemaid was genuinely scared. She hurriedly crawled out, not daring to waste another second here.

“I don’t think they’d find you. Or worse…they would.” Carrie snorted softly. “You’re being dramatic.” “I am not,” Shawn said. “I’ve seen horror movies that start exactly like this. Beautiful house. Polite staff. Suddenly…. boom… disappearance.” Before I could answer, a line of maids came in quietly, each holding silver trays with covered lids. They moved together smoothly, setting dishes on the table with calm efficiency. One maid stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Delia.” “Good morning,” I replied automatically, still a little stunned by everything.

“Even if I knew, why would I tell you?” I gritted my teeth. “Because if you don’t, you’ll never see the light of day again.” The maid met my gaze, her expression turning cold. “You think I care about that? I would die for her.” I clenched my fists. “Then you’re just as foolish as she is.” She smirked. “You have no idea what’s coming.” A chill ran down my spine. I tried to keep my voice steady. “What do you mean?” The maid leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Serena’s escape was just the beginning. She’s not coming back alone. You should prepare yourself.”

, she said amidst laughter. She heard one of the maids gossiping and telling other maids about the chief maid and the master's wife rushing Blue to the hospital but she guessed the chief maid must have told her not to say a word about the master's wife being rushed to the hospital. The fact they are not back yet only means that it was Clarisse who was rushed to the hospital, and it means one thing: her plan worked. " I pray she never returns," she said and giggled, " now, time to make my life a fairy tale like those in the novels, The Billionaire's Maid Romance," she suggested the title and laughed happily. The title was so pleasant to her ears that she started blushing hard.