The Lady's Butler Novels & Stories

Catarina was bewildered hearing the words coming out of Sydnee's mouth while a glint flashed through Lady Geneva's eyes. Lady Geneva snorted. "Basil!" she called. A woman in her 40s walked quickly towards Lady Geneva. "Give me my phone! Quick!" "Yes, madam." The woman briskly walked towards somewhere. A few seconds later, she returned and handled Lady Geneva a phone. Lady Geneva called someone over the phone. A few minutes passed before someone from the other line answered the call. "Lady Geneva," the man on the phone greeted. It was the voice of the butler whom always by Duke Theodore's side.

He didn’t want her to be in trouble. “My lord wonders if you will have enough to supply him for an order tonight.” The butler had an apologetic expression “I know this is really short notice, but my lord was told that the lady of this manor was sick and would not be convenient until today morning. He has his heart set on this item for his banquet and wanted me to try our luck.” “My wife looks after all of this.” Jack’s voice was neither servile nor overbearing “Let me ask her.”

I glanced fleetingly at him and saw that he was already climbing up the staircase towards the second floor exactly like an obedient lapdog would do. “You seriously have a butler Auntie?” I commented as we headed our way to the table. “Oh, he had already introduced himself to you it seems,” she replied. I took a seat right next to her where there was already a dining set readied. She glanced at me and smiled some more. “Butlers are in nowadays. All of my friends have one in their houses although not as young as Eriol. I am even surprised he is an elite butler who graduated with high honors in the International Academy for Butlers in Sardinia, Italy.”

Simply owning them made her feel special — like a lady of quality. The tram drew to a halt and Lily alighted, the wrapped box now placed in the shopping bag along with the other purchases for her ladyship. A few minutes later she entered the imposing, red-brick townhouse by the back door. She was engrossed in her thoughts as she walked along the tiled hall to the coatand hat-stand. Suddenly the tall figure of the butler stepped out of the shadows and loomed close, making her catch her breath with fright. Unabashed, Samuel winked at her. ‘Make you jump, did I? How’s my lovely Lily today? Been out buying ummentionables for her Ladyship?’ His hand slid over her skirt as he patted her bottom.

"There's trash in the master's bedroom. Remove it." "Yes, ma'am," the butler replied on the other end, without hesitation. The women let out an annoyed laugh. "Who the hell do you think you are...?" one started. "Haven't I already said it?" Lucy shot back. "I'm the lady of this house." A few minutes later, François appeared at the door. He didn't ask questions—just gave a slight bow. "Ladies, this way, please." "This is ridiculous..." one murmured, grabbing her clothes and covering herself in a hurry.

The lady saw that her attacks were not doing anything and pulled back again as she glowered coldly at Wilbur. Wilbur, on the other hand, was a little surprised. "I thought he would just hire some random assassin, but you're pretty decent." The lady replied coldly, "Is that so? Well, you're about to see that I'm more than just decent." As she spoke, the lady flung the daggers out of her grasp. With the added assistance of the aura, the curved daggers whipped through the air in Wilbur's direction. As they flew from her hands, the lady cried out something.

But I didn't question the butler and instead nodded gratefully, "Okay, thank you." He nodded and was about to leave when a young lady about my age stepped out from a room across from us. She was tall, brunette, and dressed in an elegant sequin dress. She was rather beautiful, so I couldn't help looking at her. Also, I noticed she looked like Tristan. I could easily tell she was his family. She seemed to have noticed us looking at her as she turned to look our way. The butler immediately greeted, "Miss Bethany, you're back."

She said, without holding back her tongue. She was not having what he was saying at all, and at that very moment, I wanted to know who the lady in question was. “Who is this lady?” I asked, and the butler turned to me and bowed her head. “Just promise to give her my like, like you did before! You don't have to know her first!” Reed said in a rush, and I looked at him. His hyperactivity about this matter makes it more suspicious, and I don't want you to give the lady to him at all.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

One by one, the household team stepped forward to introduce themselves. Youda approached, smiling brightly. “They didn’t believe me when I said you remembered my name.” Benita smiled gently. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s a beautiful name.” Another ripple of whispers followed. It was as though remembering their names was some forbidden act. Finally, the head butler stepped forward. “I’m Mary, Lady Blackwell,” she said, poised and firm. “Should you need anything, you may come directly to me.” “Thank you, Mary.” Mary nodded and instructed breakfast to be served.