The Housemaids Secret Novels & Stories

It was time to confront the maids, to unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the walls of the mansion. The search for my missing child would not falter, for his safety and well-being were paramount. Carla arrived at the study, her face marked with distress. "Carla, I need you to assemble all the maids in the living room, ASAP," Cullen commanded, his tone firm and commanding. "Sir, there's... there's actually a problem," Carla stammered, her voice trembling. "What's the problem?" Cullen snapped, his anger palpable. "One of the maids left last night, she didn't inform anyone. She left just a note," Carla explained, tears welling in her eyes.

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?"

Everything felt perfect…almost too perfect. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running. Richard was still in the shower. I adjusted my robe, making sure it was tied securely before heading downstairs. I opened the door to find one of our maids standing there, a large brown envelope clutched in her hands. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, her head slightly bowed in respect. “Someone dropped this off and said it was for you.”

I went to the bathroom had my shower before going downstairs for breakfast. One of my maids had already resumed work. I went to the dining table in expectation of my food. To my surprise, I saw the dining table empty. “Melissa!” I shouted out of annoyance. The maid came in running;” Sir you called” “Where is my food?”My face was already covered up with annoyance.

A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, towel pressed to my face. One of the housemaids peeked in. "Ma'am, breakfast is ready." "Just bring it up here. I'll eat in my room." "Of course, ma'am," she said before disappearing. Ten minutes later, a tray of warm croissants, fresh strawberries, poached eggs, and orange juice was wheeled in. I ate slowly, savoring each bite. Letting myself feel again. After breakfast, I dressed in something soft and pretty - pastel linen pants, a white camisole, minimal makeup, hair up in a claw clip. When I came downstairs, Mom was already waiting, a vision of elegance and sass in her fitted jumpsuit and oversized sunglasses.

She looked at every room with Lila and Berta, the knights stationed at the previous rooms, as they finally reached the maid's room. The maid already told you where the box is but you do not trust her easily, that would be too naive on your part. Instead, she kept an eye on every furniture that can potentially hide secrets, or plans. She opened the cabinet and looked at every place as she noticed the a small hatch near the closet, where the box is hidden as per the maid's words. Amerie's eyes glinted as she turned to Lila and Berta, "Cleared, but I am getting a bit tired. You two don't mind moving along without me, right?"

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

Why weren’t they home yet? I walked into the kitchen and called Jo. Voicemail. Again. And again. Then a loud crash shook the apartment. When I came out, pieces of colorful LEGO covered the floor like shattered glass. Evan stood frozen on the wreckage, a half-eaten tart on the carpet. Elena’s face twisted. “Evan!” He flinched, then ran toward me, expecting I’d protect him like always. Not this time. I took out my phone, snapped a few pictures, and sent them to my lawyer.

He just slowly reversed out of the room and closed the door. I quickly pulled on my maid dress, which was awfully tight everywhere and very short. I realised I did not bring my biker shorts to at least hide whatever would be showing. So, I had to just stick with my short dress the rest of the day. I slowly exited the room and walked around tiptoed around the house and carefully opening each door looking for the cleaning tools. I even reached outside and carefully opened the shed out there and landed on the cleaning tools. I grabbed the mop, the broom, a bucket and the gloves and then closed the room.

“What’s your favorite dessert?” As she spoke, I had already made a mental note to wear the cologne I had in more often, she seemed to like it a lot. “Favorite dessert,” I repeated those words and raised an eyebrow, stiffening a bit as soon as the maids came in bearing the lunch I had ordered prepared beforehand. They kept their heads bowed, their eyes away from Keira and from me, as they were meant to. Still, I never quite overlooked them. Maids, just like guards, were a part of most wealthy households but easily overlooked. Anyone who wasn't careful could easily find their homes riddled with spies.