The Housemaid Summary Novels & Stories

When she got to the main door of the house, she rang the doorbell and after a few minutes it opened and a woman spat out who, based on what she was wearing, could tell she was one of the maids there. "You're going to be the caregiver, right?” she asked. She also knows about her work. Although nervous, she nodded politely. "It's me. Good day," she greeted. The maid smiled. "Alright, go inside, Ma'am is waiting inside," she said. She was even more nervous when she stepped her feet on the white tiles of the house. She doesn't know but she feels something strange. The maid walked first, she followed while looking around. She couldn't help but be amazed by the beautiful interior design of the hou

The sound of keys jingling and the lock clicking made my heart beat faster as I knew it was the start of another long and gruelling day. The hauntingly black figure of the head maid appeared in the dimly lit room of my quarters. She threw a charred piece of bread at the foot of my bed, which was to serve as my breakfast for the day. It was a bleak reminder of my position as a maid in High Hill Estate.

But beyond that, I had to handle his documents, arrange his schedules, keep track of his calls, and ensure his home office functioned with the same efficiency as his company’s boardroom. I didn’t understand why he had chosen me. Out of all the capable women who would have begged for this opportunity, why me? A maid with little experience, barely learning how to survive? The thought unsettled me, but there was no time to dwell. I had to prove I could do it, that I was worthy of the trust he had given me. I dressed quickly, tying my hair back neatly and straightening my uniform. Just as I was about to leave my room, Maud, the chief maid, appeared at the door. She held a small set of keys in he

"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."

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

Magdalena snapped at them. The maids kept quiet and resume working with a groom face each. At this moment they surely hated Rim. Rim was on the entrance of the kitchen and heard everything her fellow maids said about her. She went in her room and sobbed. She knows well that these maids are jealousy of the number one fact that she sleeps in the main house but she can't deny what they said about her. She doesn't know how to do house work properly. Even though she had to see many videos offenly to learn everything, things still hadn't worked out. She was stressed to about her lack of experience.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

his father, Bill Chwe, shouted. From the last time he visited here and now, things are still the same. If there’s one changes, it is the maid standing near the door to watch over the room. She is the maid who was trembling before because she’s still new. Yet right now, she’s composed as ever, probably because she got used to this situation. No matter how hard the job is, there’s no denying that the pay is huge. Shjkllsjj shklhs hlsjskhkh!

The last thing I wanted at the moment was to do something that would annoy him and being curious about him could annoy him. We both waited there and after a while, the maids all started rushing out. They all looked beautiful and without doubt, I knew they were all mermaids. The maid that told me she would be the one attending to me the first day I entered the house was among too and when she saw me, she bowed her head even more. I had wanted to ask about her when I didn't see her again after that day but after everything that had happened, it was the last thing on my mind.

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