The Maid Kindle Novels & Stories

Why is she not doing it? "I'm fine, Kakay. You can go now." I concede. I am not feeling well. "Are you sure, bu-in, I mean, madame?" "What did you just call me?" "Ahh, bu-in. That was the Korean of Madame," she answered. "Oh, okay." I nodded. "How come you know it? Do you have a Korean boyfriend?" I was just intrigued by the maid. She seems to be becoming fluent as well. And the maid just shuddered. She smiled like she had been bitten by an ant. Such a flirt!

“I am Verona Windward, a Duradel student assigned to do social work at the Moldark family residence.” Two minutes later, the gate opened, and a maid dressed in black and white appeared. Her face was pale as a corpse and the dark circles under her eyes were so obvious that Vero thought the maid was wearing gothic makeup like Jia. “Please show your letter of recommendation,” said the maid. Vero kept her expression from creasing at the way the maid spoke. She reached into her sweater pocket and handed over a now crumpled letter. The maid reached out, took the letter from Vero’s hand, and opened it.

the maid replied and rushed to her. “What is your name? she asked the maid. “My name is Mara" the maid replied. “From today, you will be my personal maid," Nelly said to her. “Okay madam" the maid replied. “Can you just stop addressing me as madam, it makes me feel old which am not, you are probably older than me, just call me Nelly" “Okay Madam, I mean Nelly" the maid corrected herself. “Show me to my husband's room," Nelly said to the maid and the maid nodded.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

The billionaire narrowed his eyes at the maid. The maid hurriedly claimed all the credit. “Sir, it’s a salted coffee recipe I invented myself!” She walked closer and gently took the empty cup from his hand. Their fingers brushed accidentally, but unlike every other time, this time he didn’t get angry. “Why are you still standing there? Get out.” “Yes, sir!” The billionaire’s coldness snapped her out of her fantasy. The maid could only leave sadly. Assistant Mark watched her retreating figure with pity in his eyes.

Her sharp gaze shifted back to Matthew, and just as she was about to press him, a woman in a maid's uniform rushed out, slapped me across the face, and shrieked. "Veronica, are you crazy?! Forging documents to con a mafia princess?" "Aren't you afraid of dragging our whole family to hell when you get busted?!"

The room fell silent, with all eyes on her lavish shoe. "So, tell me, what’s the meaning of all this?" Chief Eileen sneered, her gaze sweeping the room. "I have shoes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you’re quibbling over a mere $100,000? It’s almost... amusing." She raised an eyebrow and her expression full of disgust.

“But listen, I do have something for you. An opportunity.” Tessy straightened a little, curiosity pushing past her irritation. “What kind of opportunity?” “I spoke with some people,” Grams began carefully. “There’s a position open. Not charity, not a handout, just work. A maid job. Before you frown…” she lifted a hand, cutting Tessy off, “...hear me out. They already have a head maid. She wants someone trustworthy under her, someone to oversee the basics and keep things in order. You won’t be scrubbing floors all day; there are plenty of servants for that. She just needs someone dependable. Someone like you.”

“Madam Grace says some walls in this house have ears. And some smiles have teeth.” Lena frowned. “What does that mean?” The maid shook her head. “Just be careful with what you say… and who you trust.” Lena’s brows furrowed. “Why are you telling me this?” The maid moved closer, her voice barely a whisper now. “Because not everyone who seems kind is safe. Even kindness here has a price.” Then she leaned slightly, eyes dark under the lantern’s glow, and whispered against the cold air “Be careful, and tread softly.”

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.