The Housemaid Series Order Novels & Stories

After the maid had mopped the floor, Wendy ordered, "Wipe it again with a cloth." The maid responded incredulously, "Excuse me? You're not the one paying me, so I don't take orders from you." She walked away with the mop. Wendy felt her authority challenged. "Your pay comes from him, right?" She pointed at Stanley. Before the maid could reply, Wendy stood up and said condescendingly, "I am his girlfriend, and soon I will be the mistress of this house. If you want to keep your job, you'd better listen to me."

Because she did not wish to see what the house recalled: A maid's uniform girl. A wife was reduced to furniture. But even as she washed the windows, she listened. Voices down the hall. "Still doing it?" "He gave her the garden next week." "No maid?" "No help." Leya did not turn. Did not correct them. Let them speak. Let them see what they desire. Because what she was turning into— They would not miss until too late. --- Vivian's Parlor – 9:30 A.M.

"As for your clothes, I handled that myself. You were in no fit state to do it yourself." Serena flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of this stern, judgmental woman seeing her in such a vulnerable state. "I see..." she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as a wave of shame washed over her. The maid's expression worsened. "Don't go getting any ideas, missy. Just because the master saw fit to bring you into this household doesn't mean you'll ever be its mistress. You're just a passing fancy, a plaything to be discarded when he tires of you." she warned in a voice low and laced with contempt.

Morgan looked at his Rolex watch and stared intently at his wife. It was the one person who scared everyone. Especially the maid ladies. When she went home, no one could say hello to her. Even though she was ignored. Meanwhile, Mum and Ms Faye were in the garden when she came home. As a result, the mansion became completely empty. "Please take Altair, let him sleep again. When he wakes up, just wash him." "Yes Madam." Everyone answered in unison. "Damn," she scolded in annoyance. Jessica sighed heavily and crouched down in front of her husband.

“Mrs Harris, should we go ahead?,”Amelia was lost in thought that she was deaf to the maid’s question. “Mrs Harris, should I commence the cleaning?” She said again with a higher pitch and Amelia was forced to listen.she gave her a doubtful look and rubbed her protruding belly nervously.In Pamela’s absence,she was the woman of the house,she shouldn't be too scared to do the needful. “Go ahead Martha.” A boost of confidence filled her heart,the handmaid send a signal to the rest of the idle maids who followed her into the darkest room in the mansion.

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

Be competent but not exceptional. "Today's assignments," Mrs. Chen continued, pulling up a schedule on her tablet. "The main house needs a thorough cleaning Mr. Blackwood has a business dinner here tomorrow evening and everything must be perfect. Sarah, you'll be working with Lucy on the first-floor public spaces. James will brief you both on specific requirements."

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.