The Housemaid Series Order Novels & Stories

“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.”

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

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

Simply follow our instructions, and you'll be up and running in no time. I take a quick peek around to see what's going on. In addition, each maid wears a different dress. Why didn't I see anything the first time I arrived? Perhaps their clothing were too similar for a newbie like me to distinguish them apart. The earrings are the point that divides between levels here. But I'm also missing my earrings. But why aren't they giving my earrings? Level 1 maids disperse, each assigned to a different region of the mansion, satisfied with the response. I'm in the kitchen, getting ready to tackle my first task.

Lisa heard the maids approaching her while making jest of her. Two maids were walking towards Lisa, "Lady of the house or slave of the house" the other corrected and the two of them laughed out. Lisa wanted to ignore them but instead, one yanked her up from where she sat doing the laundry. "The real lady of the house is requesting your presence. Come and serve her you slave" the first maid who made jest of her said while looking at Lisa with disgust. "And who gave you the right to touch me?" Lisa asked stubbornly and removed her arm from the maid's grip. She eyed the two of them before saying,

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”

I drowned myself in the shirt and true to what I thought, it was indeed very big for me in fact it was more like a king dress. As if it was planned, my stomach growled after I got dressed so I wore the pink flip flop that has been prepared ahead and went downstairs, hoping to see something that will suffice me. As soon as I got to the living room downstairs, I met a woman cleaning the chairs and I coughed lightly to get her attention. “ Good afternoon ma'am, I hope you enjoyed your rest. I am Mrs Kris, the head maid of this house, “ she introduced while eyeing me from head to toe.

“What about the maid assigned to that house?” “She only comes and goes, sir. Do you have any orders?” She asked. “No.” I reached the elevator, “Just make sure that every time the maid goes to the house, she isn't with a phone, and she doesn't make any form of contact with the person in the house.” “Uh…" She paused in confusion, and my heart dropped. "Has she already been contacting the maid? How? The security cameras? What's going on?” “I think she slips a note to the maid once in a while.”

I didn’t even open the email–I was reading it straight from the notification: "Congratulations, Miss Lily Serena. You have been selected as an assigned housemaid. You are to serve the young master. Report tomorrow by 7:00 AM with a valid ID, medical report, and minimal personal belongings. Late arrival will result in disqualification. Welcome to Kingsley Empire." I stared at the message, frozen. Disbelieving. Not just because I got the job–but because it was higher than the one I was even hoping for. A personal housemaid to the young master? It wouldn’t be easy. It came with a lot of stress. But I’ve suffered so much already–this couldn’t be worse than what I’ve faced. Right, Lily? I smiled