The Housemaid Summary Novels & Stories

I’m failing in my house duties and responsibilities. I discussed the issue of getting a good, responsible maid; he declined at first but later accepted because it was clear I needed assistance. The children cannot do much. I brought in a maid recommended by my friend. She is about twenty years old. She was humble and hardworking, so things became normal. There were no more complaints. I felt relieved. I was telling the maid one day that she was heaven sent. She laughed and was so happy for the compliment. I was taking care of her like my younger sister. I felt everything was fine in the house not until one day. I forgot a very vital document that was needed in the company at home. I took per

She was brought up under the standards of a noble lady. How could she know how to do laundry? Just as she thought of that, she saw Maria hand-washing Charles underwear. Maid Heather's eyes widened in surprise, "Mrs. Smith, you..." Maria understood why Maid Heather was shocked. She explained with a smile, "He's very nice to me, so I want to do something for him." Immediately, Maid Heather was moved. She thought that Mrs. Smith was truly a rare good wife. Young Master Smith was really blessed. After washing it, Maria cleaned up the bedroom thoroughly. She even washed the bed linen she had used.

As I slowly regained consciousness, soreness radiated throughout my body, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. Thoughts of the passionate night with Shraf flooded my mind, leaving me feeling kinda weary. Blinking against the brightness of the room, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I wasn’t alone. A middle-aged woman stood at the doorway, her expression gentle and caring. “Ma’am, I was your new housemaid, Magdalena,” she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Your husband had hired me to take care of you.”

The maid said in a shaky voice: “Before I became a rogue, I was a maid working in this elder’s house. My mistress suspected her husband of having an affair. And she thought he was banging one of the maids in the house. She fired and expelled all of us for it!” The maid pointed a finger at Chloe and snarled furiously: “But it was you! I lost my job, left my hometown, and became a rogue because of you! You tramp…Why did you have to fuck another woman’s husband?!” Chloe clenched her teeth looking humiliated, and growled, “Shut your fucking hole! I can do whatever I want!” “But my mistress had a miscarriage because of her husband’s affair!” the maid cried, “You have blood on your hand!”

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.

Levi didn't bother paying attention to her and returned to his room and in the now quiet living room, the young housemaid sat crying, unable to muster the strength to stand up. The maid was heartbroken because it was very difficult for her to come to Levi's house to work. If she returns to Karter's main house, she will be like before, just a maid and never able to get ahead. She was always confident that of all the maids in the Karter main house, she was the youngest and most beautiful. When she was assigned to work at Levi Karter's house, she was very happy because in the Karter family, Levi Karter was a single man, with a lot of money and wealth. Not only that, he was also very handsome, t

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.”

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

I didn't want to remember that I was alone! After a few hours of crying, I began to feel that my tears were drying up. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight, so I got out of bed and picked up the box that I had dropped on the floor as soon as I went upstairs, where the uniform was kept. It was like a horror movie to open that box, it contained the prelude to a great nightmare, I took a deep breath as I looked at the garment, it was very reminiscent of the uniform of one of the maids at my old mansion. "I want my house," I mumbled sadly, it was so frustrating and so unreal to be living through all this, even though it was almost two months since I moved in, it was still all a bit o