The Lady's Butler Novels & Stories

“Mom considers Madam Estella as her own sister. Why would she do something like this? Only the butler knows that the sketchbook is kept in the vault…” Linda rapidly tried to push the blame on someone else. “Yes, it was the butler. The butler did it!” North let out a laugh. “Is that so?” The butler’s expression was one of astonishment. He looked at Melinda in disbelief, but only saw her surreptitiously shaking her head at him. The butler’s breathing stilled. He lowered his head and spoke up softly. “Yes, it’s all my fault. Please don’t blame the madam and Ms. Melinda for this.”

Max, the mansion butler was surprised to see his boss with a beautiful lady when he opened the door. He smiled and stepped aside, welcoming them politely. Phoenix admired the matured but humble and professionally dressed butler. His neatly trimmed and styled gray hair reminded her of her sweet nanny, years back.

Outside of the car, I immediately feel the weight of many eyes pushing down on me, watching me from all directions. A stairwell leads up to the main entrance of the estate. A butler in a tuxedo waits for us at the top of the stair. He’s a man in his thirties, with wide shoulders and thick muscle. He looks more like he trained for the military than dedicated his life to service. From the feel of how Caleb tenses, I imagine I’m closer to the mark there than I want to be. “I will lead you to the sitting room where Lady Gladys is waiting,” the butler says, without introduction or welcome. As a servant, I had been trained on the basics of servitude, and introductions and welcomes are a big part o

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

Nickison, the butler, was making his way from the dining room to the kitchen when he caught sight of Lady Rose doing what she did best—scolding and belittling the workers of the Cross empire. On a second glance, he realized it wasn’t one of the usual servants but Master Dallion’s little mouse, Sherryl Rain.

On a typical day, she was used to being looked down on by the house’s servants at the Gilren House and usually she was never fuss or created a problem with a servant who looked down on her. But today, she made trouble with both of them. What’s strange is Butler Lee’s actions clearly show that they have a position in this house, which lowers than that strange woman. “Why are you still here? Quickly go and clean up the dirty water on the floor!” Butler Lee reprimanded the two servants. “Yes, Butler Lee!” “Madam, please come with me to see the Old Master,” said the butler firmly. “Oh!” Yuriel follows Butler Lee leading her upstairs and into one of the best-quality wooden double doors.

They all knew their life span was shorter just because they worked for her directly. But that was their lot. Just like hers was to rule. “We wouldn’t dare, sir.” The first maid had some balls, lying like that, Natalia noted. Maybe she could be useful. The butler gave them one more, hard stare before he continued walking in Natalia’s direction. As he came closer, she noted that he held a letter in his hand. H

She gulped when the purple eyes looked at her, seizing her soul away with his awe-inspiring look. Isabella took the chair back a bit and sat down with her eyes on the man who was busy on his phone. The butler came with the food. He was still in a hurry as if there were a lot of things he need to finish with perfectness. On the contrary, she hadn't seen that old lady she had met on her first day in this mansion who scared the hell out of her. "Umm! Is there no one else to work with you?" Isabella raised a question instead of asking the butler directly. The Butler got confused, and with a perplexed look, he glanced at Bella.

"I didn't get your name, but you must be very special to Master Liam. He has never brought a girl home, yet this is the second time you're coming here " "I am Irish..." Irish muttered, but the old butler was long gone. Wait, did he notice her the first time she came? Just how observant was this butler that he knew she had come here the first time? About the butler's first sentence, she wasn't so sure. Perhaps he only wanted the success of his plans, and not what the Butler perceives as romance. The lights were already on when they entered. The place looked magnificent. The room was two times the size of her entire apartment.

He tugged on it while grumbling in anger. “The butler is so annoying! He bullied Pretty Lady at the entrance... He called her a rando and didn’t let her in. He’s so rude!” Clayton’s expression turned gloomy and cold. His hawk-like eyes were sharp as he looked at the butler. Manners was the basic quality Clayton required of his subordinates. The butler quivered. “No... I didn’t. Young Master, you can’t talk nonsense!” “Why would I need to falsely accuse you?”