Novel & Cerita The Housemaid Series Book 3

The poor maid probably thought that she was sleeping with the alpha and was judging her for it, not knowing that their beloved alpha had locked her in here without her consent. The maid started to clean the room, starting with the bed. She picked up the pillows and bed sheets that Aella had flung to the ground and began laying the bed. Aella went back to her perch on the couch and picked up her book, trying to continue her reading. But she couldn't continue with the book while the maid cleaned up her mess. The guilt was slowly eating her up. After a few minutes, she threw the book down on the couch in frustration and stood up. "Here, I'll help you clean up." She said and began picking up the

I had always been an avid reader, and maybe a good book would help take my mind off things. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen again. I hesitated for a moment before calling out to the maid who had served us breakfast. "Excuse me, do you know if there are any books I could read?" The maid turned around, her face breaking into a smile. "Of course, miss. There's a library on the third floor of the villa. There are several books you could read." I nodded, feeling a small glimmer of hope. "Thank you."

She had not seen it, but had heard it from other maids and staring at the third floor she also more or less figured it out. Thinking that she would clean up the room quickly before her working time is finished, she informed Housekeeper Alvin, "I will start now." Informing Housekeeper Alvin, Mary was just about to turn to get back the cleaning supplies and go towards the third floor when she was again stopped by Housekeeper Alvin. "No, not now." May turned her head back with a confused expression clearly written on her face as if asking Housekeeper Alvin, 'If not now... then when? '

Seven and the maid entered the same building from the night before, Seven was heading to the same room when she heard the maid say, “Miss you are on another floor.” Seven thought that they would just move up a single floor, but instead, they moved up to the third floor. Inside the room was a bed, the bathroom, her suitcase and in addition there was a sofa, a center table with some magazines and television. “Miss I will get your dinner for you now,” the maid said and then walked away. The maid was impressed, this was the start of her fifth week working to attend to the candidates and the third candidate that she was assigned to. The first one only managed to be a temporary secretary, the seco

She beckoned on the ladies to come into the room, and when they got to close range, she spoke to them. "Introduce yourselves.” "Good morning ma'am. I'm Linda, the maid in charge of doing the laundry" the first one said. "I'm Maureen, the cook," the other said. "I'm Mercedita, the housekeeper. My work is to keep the house clean" the third said. "I'm Gladys, I'm in charge of the dishes. I run little errands here and there" the last one said. “I'm Helen, the chief maid. I'll do nothing but supervise the others. Be rest assured, you're in good hands because I handpicked them myself, and I wouldn't do anything against the Sutherland family” Helen said.

Wait, that girl did this? “Look at the mess you did… You,” she averted her eyes from her and glared at me, “You deserve each other.” She headed upstairs carefully to not swipe again and said in a commanding tone, “Get this stairs clean.” She left, but the echo of her outburst stayed. “I…” the maid tried to say something. But everything was already said. “Get the fuck out of my sight.” She disappeared and once again, I was alone. My eyes went to the floor. Her book was still there. I took it up. Scars Of War—the book's title. Dark mood, majestic. She wanted to reed in the living room.

Disoriented a bit, she tried to calm down and realized it was Saturday. “Oh, it is Saturday! Silly me.” she said aloud. She started tidying up her room before sorting out her laundry. She and Meera agreed that Saturday is her schedule. Meera normally does her laundry during the weekdays as she goes home earlier than her. Trying to multitask, after loading the machine, she cooked a simple breakfast consisting of eggs, hotdogs and fried rice. Her day won’t be complete without her coffee. After finishing her breakfast, she tidied up the living room. A cleaning lady comes twice a week so both her and Meera just makes sure their apartment is always in tip top condition. She just finished cleaning

This house is too big for me, Manong Rod, Nana, and the other maids and workers. It's too big but it feels so empty. This house used to be so happy and alive, but now I can't even find the right words to describe it. "Ms. Penelope, Do you need anything?" a maid asked. I remembered her face but not her name. I honestly do not recognize most of them. They are too many. "No, I'm okay. Thank you." I proceeded to my room in the 3rd floor, turned on the aircon, took off my heels, threw my bag away and jumped to my bed.

Third person's POV At the Sinclair's mansion that morning, the air was totally different. Just like always, different lives from other rich family. The maids are gently doing all their chores. Something was clearly troubling the household, and it centered around Avery's room on the second floor. Viviana, the longtime housekeeper, climbed the staircase with careful steps. Her weathered hands gripped the brass railing as she made her way toward Avery's bedroom. She had been working for the Sinclair family for over fifteen years, and she knew the signs of trouble.