The Housemaid Series Book 3 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.

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

She hesitated for a moment but eventually allowed herself to be led into the room. Passing by the door, Jason stared at her with a livid face, as if he wanted to say something else, but a stern glare from Rowan's mother made him close his mouth. Once inside the room, Rowan noticed many familiar objects. The sofas, tables, and chairs were all old furniture from the past, probably left there untouched for three years, giving the room a dilapidated atmosphere. The maid was sitting at the old dining table, flipping through a book. When she heard Rowan's voice, she raised her head and gave her a nervous smile, unsure of what to say.

But right now, with all I’ve beheld I believe him when he said, this was going to make up for home. He was intent on doing just that after Cameron had mentioned to him in the letter that this was our honeymoon. My attention had soon been snatched by polished furnitures stood at an end of the room, and by the window side was a mini flower vase, bearing artificial plants. Centered in the area was a king-sized bed, stacked with pillows here and there alongside a maroon-coloured duvet which looked like it would drown anyone who went in it, and placed on the bed was card, with the words

he sternly told everyone before he strode to his bedroom. Dr. Turman glanced at Christopher asking for his consent but the master of the household just shook his head feeling stressed out. Christopher massaged his temples for quite some time and breathed a deep sigh. Lauren felt guilt-ridden that she held her husband's hand tight. "Okay, let's wrap this up. Lily, since you caused this mess, you clean it up. Let's all forget about this!" Christopher restlessly stated and turned around clasping Lauren's trembling hand. The rest of the servants were just standing while Lily immediately took a white microfiber cloth and wiped the spilled soup on the floor.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

ALEXANDER I was restless for the remainder of the day as I sat through endless meetings. My mind kept drifting back to that poor woman and her pale-looking kid. By four pm I was exhausted and found it hard to concentrate, so I wrapped up my work, and decided to head home early. In the car, I reminded Yusuf to schedule interviews, since my housekeeper was due for retirement. She is old and opted to spend the rest of her days with her equally elderly husband. Maria used to work for my parents, and after my mother died, she came to work for me.

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

" A knock sounded and I heard retreating steps. Food. At the thought of that,my stomach rumbles. I placed my legs on the floor, standing up. I fumbled for the light switch and switched on the room's blue light. I wore my indoor slippers and struts out. "Good evening, ma'am."a maid greeted,steeping her knees a little. "What are you doing? Are you stupid?"a maid that came right behind her hit her shoulder a little. "You're new?"I asked the one that had just greeted me and she nodded. I chuckled. No wonder. I can't wrap my finger why we have so many maids in this house with just three of us living in it - or maybe two,since I'm invincible.