The Housemaids Secret Reviews Novels & Stories

Calista chipped in attracting laughter from the other maids in the kitchen. The sudden presence of the head maid in the kitchen made everywhere silent. The head maid, a woman in her late fifties stood at the entrance of the kitchen as she watch everyone busy with their works, she nodded her head in satisfaction as she gently left the kitchen giving the maids the room to return to their earlier discussion. ***************************** Mma hastily dressed up in the best cloth she ever had as her mother came into the little room unnoticed. "Ah Mma you always look good in anything you wear" her mother said taking her unaware.

"Father when picking a good housemaid, she should not be as beautiful as me. If she is going to be by my side and follow me, then she should be invisible to everyone other than the person whose hands she waits on. She must take good care of only me. If I get all of the good qualities in a maid, I am set for success. Then instead of her serving me, she is going to have eyes for my husband instead. Father we have to pick one who is average looking so all the attention will be on me when I enter the room." The small missus of the house strutted around the yard as all the prospective maids were standing in an odd formation around the courtyard.

As I said the words, the maids roared in delight and agreements. I interrupted their delight with a rasp, “Shh. We have to keep the plan a secret. It has to be a cop secret.” “Our top secret.” They all nodded In agreement and as I saw that all the maids had agreed to offer their help, I realized I was indeed well supported. With the support I received from the maid and my family, I would bring down Madame Browne, Lucas and Rochelle within the blink of an eye.

****** Adele I could hear the maids whispering and giggling as I went around the house, they kept mute once they sighted me and pretended they were doing their job. I couldn't help but wonder if they knew or heard what transpired between I and Mr Peterson, I ducked my head as I moved around, going about my duties of making little Colleen's food. I heard a chit chat coming from the laundry room, I tip toed quietly and gently, covering my mouth as I heard what the maids were gossiping about.

"I don't necessarily agree. But did you see the little scene that happened earlier? Eileen Walsh looked scandalized." "wouldn't you be if your boyfriend kissed Isabella Sullivan instead of you in front of…. Ah.." the woman's words trailed off as she beheld the woman that came out of one of the stalls through the mirror. She trembled as the woman she saw was the last person she would think of seeing. "Have you no decency? Eavesdropping on conversations between strangers?" Isabella said nothing, but closed the door behind and walked toward the woman who had been, her gaze cold and unwavering.

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.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist. Clarissa owned the antique shop next door. She always came across as cultured and gentle, the kind of person who carried herself with quiet elegance. Surely, she wouldn't actually do anything too far with what she thought was a product, right? That was what I kept telling myself. Just endure it. As long as she didn't figure it out. "This thing feels incredibly real," Clarissa murmured. "Where did Helen even get it? I'm definitely asking her about it later. I want one, too."

He is right, where he, a billionaire’s son and where am I, a maid; a maid with no background. All of sudden a loud shrill voice comes from the living room, I drop the mop from my hand and hurry my way to the living. When I reach the entrance I see all the maids being lined up and one of the security guard is checking their body. “I will call the police if I don’t get my necklace! My Tiffany’s diamonds! I want them back!!” Mrs. Fleming is screaming at all the maids. I watch the maids being checked, they are being treated so badly. As far as I know, all the maids are honest and good at their work. But who will explain this to Mrs. Fleming, for her poor people are thieves, slackers, who doesn't