The Housemaid Sequel Novels & Stories

" She straightened her spine, arrogance burning in her eyes. My father still kept his voice steady, though surprise was obvious in his face. "Don't get too proud. That's only the first match. "You still have two more. Nothing is settled yet." Sophie lifted her chin with a winner's smile. "Just watch. I'll hit the next two too." Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles.

But I had no choice but to follow them. I'll just avoid him That's if he's there And I don't think he'll stay where we're cleaning. He won't even come close to us. I took the vacuum cleaner and wore my gloves. The other maids were with mops, buckets, broom and brush. There was also another vacuum cleaner with them. We went inside I just love this living room Kay : Blue Maid, I'm sure you love her more than any of us I smiled Susan : of course she does. I really don't know why she's so obsessed with the blue color

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

" My Lord please send a female nurse and examine , Young lady thighs and back ; she will be able to tell whether we spoke the lies or not " The head maid was already sold off to a far away land and this was all because of this Madam of her's! She has been in this house since she was a young girl , now all thanks to this second madam , at such an old age she was sold off to a run down place , how could she not be hateful of her! Thus ; The head maid decided to broke off from her former madam and decided to drag her down along with her ! If she couldn't stay here then what right does this slut of a woman has to live peacefully ? Sir Kaisen looked at the stunned Lady Marie who seemed a little

Lucas ordered one of the maids to lead her to her room, As she followed the maid to her room, Andrianne couldn't help but notice how opulent and luxurious the house was. The hallway was adorned with exquisite paintings and elegant furnishings, and the air was infused with a delicate scent of lavender. However, none of this impressed her at the moment, as her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her mother and her father's callous actions.

"By the way, where are the other housemaids? And, I can't see a single security roaming around the mansion. Did they all take the day off all at once?" Keisha blew a deep, disappointed breath. "No, sir. They all left and filed their resignation at sir Dio's office upstairs. They all said they can't work for a murderer anymore. Some even said they hated working here. But, oddly enough before they left, I heard one of them mentioning how excited they were to work for Mrs. Gaia Chevalier instead." Right there and then, something snapped inside Sebastian's mind. The missing piece in the mysterious puzzle about Hermes Chevalier's death that he had been trying hard to decipher since yesterday had

The cute maid who is wearing an expensive jewelry is Marie, Madell closest aid. Among the maids in the house, Marie is very skillful to swoon the picky Madell. Her mouth knows how to flutter and that’s why Madell took her by her side. Because of that, Marie received extra money, make-up, jewelry from Madell. However, Marie still hates Madell since I accidentally overheard her talking to the other maid and said how much she hated the brat in this house. I did not tell that to Madell because I thought it is not my business. But now, I can use this information as my way to survive in this mansion while I am still looking for my father.

Her vision blurred, and everything went dark. #Flashback Off *** The cold night air bit into Cordelia’s body as she ran, every step sending pain through her bare feet. Each second felt like another test, but she pressed on, aiming for the home she hoped would offer just a little comfort. When she finally reached her house, Cordelia grabbed the door handle with trembling hands. She pushed inside, struggling to catch her breath. Waiting in the living room sat Brittany—her stepmother—alongside Veronica, her stepsister.

Avoid the housekeeper and escape the room that still reeked of lavender and passive-aggression. “She’s always around when things go missing,” hissed the housekeeper to another maid nearby. “Mark my words. She may be the bride, but she’s not above pilfering.” Alika stifled a groan. She wasn’t poor. She just… didn’t grow up with gold forks and embroidered napkins. Also, she definitely didn’t take the spoon. Probably. She tiptoed backward—and crashed directly into something hard and very, very shirtless. A low grunt met her ears.

I couldn’t afford to lose another friend. --- The next day, one of the senior maids approached me with a task. “She was supposed to clean it,” the chief maid said, pointing at the girl next to her, “but something came up. Help her out. Here’s the key to the last room in the east wing. Be quick, and make sure it’s spotless.” I blinked. “Whose room is it?” “Sebastian’s.” My heart skipped. The young master’s room? But I heard he wasn’t around. Maybe he left again?