The Lady's Butler Novels & Stories

A man wearing a gray uniform with a high collar and a shiny bald head gave me a polite smile. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm George Dewes, Mr. Mason's butler. He asked me to help you. I felt my mouth drop open. Did the guy really have a butler? For heaven's sake! What kind of world did these rich people live in? Certainly a much more classic one than mine. George kept looking at me and I realized that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Then my spirit returned to my body and I tried to answer him:

The good, the bad, and the ugly. “We are here, sir,” Ken announced as he drove in. I took a good look at the surroundings as we entered. The scenery was beautiful and it felt like I was in heaven. Nicholas led the way in and I had a whole ‘crowd’ of people waiting for me. The household staff were lined up and waiting. The butler was a woman who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She had blonde hair and her wrinkly face made her look somewhat unforgettable. Lest I forget, her nose was as high as Cinderella’s heels. Wait, were Cinderella’s heels actually high? “You can call me Mama,” The butler introduced herself. I raised an eyebrow on hearing that. Was the butler trying to ma

Catherine gently poked on his arm and said coquettishly. “I still have work in the afternoon. Just go alone if you really want to. I will send some men to protect you secretly.” Stanley was determined. “You can work in the afternoon, but you need to accompany me at night.” “Alright.” Stanley caressed her hair once again. He sighed in his heart, ‘Time flies.’ He still had some memories of her when she first came to the Battons’ mansion. She was only seven years old, just a little kid. In a blink of an eye, she was now a grown up and an elegant young lady.

It looked like the tall, redhead woman was the event planner and the petite blonde behind her was her assistant. "Good afternoon, Miss Montelebalo. Janeth Gallardo here. And this is my assistant, Russell." The petite blonder extended her hand and introduced herself. Alice shook her hand and offered her to sit on the couch. She herself sat in front of her and when I sat beside her, she eyed me angrily, which caused me to scoot away. "What kind of theme do you want? I mean, what is the message we are sending. Warm and bubbly? Cool and composed? Conservative?" Janeth asked as she crossed her legs.

It seemed like someone had just bought the most expensive and tacky-looking things out of a catalog and thrown them all in the grand open-spaced living room and dining room and called it a day. Julia stood near the living room area and gestured for Charlotte to join her. She closed the door behind her and sat on a couch opposite Julia. The woman picked up a bell the second her behind touched the cushion and a woman in a maid's dress hurriedly appeared. "Yes, ma'am?" the woman said, her eyes glued to the floor. "What would you like to drink?" Julia said to Charlotte. "There's wine, champagne, anything you'd like." "Water is fine, thank you."

Livia was stunned by the sheer size of the house the morning after her wedding. In the kitchen, only the staff were bustling about, preparing breakfast. In the corners, maids quietly dusted and cleaned. "It feels like a small army lives here," Livia mumbled as she stepped inside. "Good morning, Young Lady. I am the butler. Just call me Matt," the man in a crisp uniform greeted her politely. "Oh. Good morning, Mr. Matt. Is there anything I can help with in the kitchen?" The butler blinked, clearly surprised. Help? From the new mistress of the house?

Her silver hair was swept into a flawless chignon, her expression cool and unreadable. No assistant. No warning. “Celeste,” Margaret said, voice smooth as polished steel. Celeste rose slowly, setting her tablet aside. “Mrs. De La Vega.” Margaret’s gaze swept over her with clinical efficiency, as though assessing a potential acquisition rather than a daughter-in-law. “You look tired.” “It’s been a demanding week,” Celeste replied evenly. Margaret smiled faintly. “Yes. I imagine it has.” The implication lingered. Arrow emerged from his office moments later, jacket in hand, stopping short when he saw his mother. His jaw tightened.

"My bags are outside, take them to the room beside Lord Nathans. The woman said taking off her gloves. "Good morning Lady Hawksworth the butler said to Cassie. The woman suddenly saw Cassie. The Butler sent a page for Nathan. "Lady Hawksworth this is....." he was cut off. Lady Fielding, I’m Nathan's fierce. " She said. "Pardon me?" Cassie said raising her eye browns. "What are you standing there for take my things to my room." Lady Fielding demanded. "That room is occupied," the butler said. "Well kick them out of my room. Who might you be? A cousin or something " she asked.

Without a second thought, I slipped all three letters deep into the hidden pocket of my dress, smoothing down the folds of my skirt so nothing looked out of place. ​I stood back up, adopting a serene, innocent expression as I waited beside the bench. ​A few minutes later, the guard came trotting back down the stairs, looking bewildered. "My Lady, I searched the upper gallery, but there was no chest to be moved." ​"Ah, my mistake," I said with a wave of my hand, offering him a apologetic smile. "One of the maids must have already taken care of it. Thank you for your assistance."

the butler waved his hands, "I’ve never seen anything like what Una has. My whole life has been spent in this area. I've only traveled with the Benjamin on business trips. I’ve never seen anything grand like you have." Una: "…" Was the butler referring to her life? She had worked as a maid her entire life. She was lucky enough to accompany the Benjamin on a few trips, but never to see grand things like him. The butler was clearly mocking her. Una glared at him, "You old fool, you really have no insight." Lydia also coldly looked at the butler, arrogantly saying, "Butler, no matter what your reasons are for stopping me, I want you to understand this: I just want to make Benjamin feel better.