The Last Housewife Novels & Stories

“We'll all give up our places! Surely a life matters more than a rule!” The entire hall erupted. Everyone was pressuring me. I looked at Michelle kneeling on the floor. I looked at the families voluntarily giving up their slots. The lighter in my hand had grown so hot it nearly burned my palm. “A debt? When my grandfather died, every debt he owed the Hall family was already repaid.” I rose to my feet and walked over to the medicine cabinet. I grabbed a handful of dried sage and tossed it into a brass bowl. A cloud of pungent white smoke billowed upward, stinging everyone's eyes.

I let out a sigh of relief as my eyes swept over the beautiful planterette, which included an array of foliage and white roses placed artfully. The last day of my four years as a housekeeper at Elite Oak Resort was today, and tomorrow I will be married to my childhood sweetheart Arlo. It's a bittersweet time in any woman's life, when she must say goodbye to the past and embrace the future with her soul mate. The clock struck five o'clock, and I had just 30 minutes to change and race to the seamstress to pick up my bridal gown; Mother Mary, please assist me; I pray it fits. If you could just make me thinner, I promise I would never miss another Sunday service again.

, leaving whole house for himself. “Stupid bitch”, he swears turning his back walking towards the bar. He sits on the stool and pour himself a glass of whisky and gulp it down letting it burn his throat then slam the glass on the table. “Relax Baby”, a young woman speaks nibbling his ear playfully making him throw his head back in pleasure. “I feel you are stressed”, she tells making the Alpha hum in response. “acting sweet for that bitch to have my ways to get my hands on the little witch is damn tiring”, he tells groaning.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

"Your marriage with him... It might just be the happy-ever-after you ever dreamed of so hold onto him." Hestia, clearly tired, just nodded her head to get rid of the woman in her room. It was a complete success since Mrs. Charter finally got up and happily straddled out. The next morning, Hestia was late for breakfast since she barely had any sleep the other night. She had been debating with herself to whether call Maximillian or not, only to end up not doing anything. She left her bedroom and headed down with her pajamas. Stepping down the staircase, she was about to make a turn that led to the dining hall, however, she came to a stop upon hearing some voices from the living room. An urge s

However, the moment he walked into the empty house, the familiar disappointment settled over him once more. Nothing appeared to be missing, yet with one person gone, the house no longer felt complete. It no longer felt like home. He remembered his college years, when he could only visit me once a month. Back then, a month never seemed that long. Now, it hadn't even been a month, and he already missed me this much. He missed his Cammie. Clinging to that longing, he sat alone in the house for three straight days. Then Damon called again. "Mr. Webster, I'm currently—"

“Why are your hands so cold? Have you been too tired lately? I will reduce the interest on that debt by another two points for you. How does that sound?” My body stiffened before I forced out a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cardea.” Daniel smiled and patted the top of my head. “Good girl. Come home tonight. I want that pot roast you make. Do not keep me waiting.” Home. That villa on the hillside was not home. It was a beautiful place that felt like a prison. I returned to my desk and opened the memo app on my phone. The numbers on the screen represented my mother’s life.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.