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The maid paused for a moment to catch her breath before continuing, "Even your ex-husband couldn't stand you because your stepsister is ten times the woman you could ever dream of being!" She sneered at Serena with an air of satisfaction, relishing in the insults she was hurling. "Our master deserves someone better than you," she continued, her eyes glinting with malice. "He's already engaged to a princess from a neighboring kingdom who is far more deserving than you. Even his long-time sweetheart is more deserving than you. I wonder why you are still alive—" A deafening bang filled the room before the maid could continue her rant. The world seemed to slow down as everyone turned towards the

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

How much more of this would I have to keep enduring? "It is very beautiful." My maid said, her eyes watering up. "Master is very sweet." It would seem that so soon, she had forgotten what the past weeks had looked like. She had forgotten my suffering, forgotten all about how much of a monster her Master was just Because of a pretty necklace. I wanted to trade places with her. I wanted to be a happy carefree maid who didn't know much. I wanted to have the liberty to come and go at my own freewill.

The voice appeared cold and hoarse . " Mistress..but Master has said " she muttered but received a piercing glare from the woman . The maid sighed hard . She was bounded . One side was the cliff and another the well . She was strictly informed to feed her otherwise her job is in danger . " fuck with whatever your master says ...I will never eat.. what if they added something to kill me instead " she muttered and the young maid's eyes widened . They will never do that . They have witnessed her master's love for the lady . If he wanted to kill her why would he keep her alive this far but the woman was devoid of her senses . She was really judging him being the most negative and cruel person of

"That girl made an arrangement? Is she your employer now?" The maid's face paled and she hastily lowered her gaze. "No, Miss! You are my mistress!" The corner of her lips curled up and she folded her arms in front. "So what are you doing her? Go back!" Without thinking twice, the maid turned around and hastily left. Jewel felt truimph as she watched the poor girl running back to the mansion. She knew that the maid was not Dalya's friend nor Dalya's lackey because that maid was from the former mayordoma, the head of the mansion's housekeepers.

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”

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.

She cooed, much to the terror of the elderly maid, “Alright then,since you don’t want this vase to come down on your skull, you agree I’m your mistress right?!” Hilda clenched her starched maid dress tightly in her hands before nodding her head up and down, “Yes, you’re my mistress.” “Good,” Maya grinned, “And what do you call your mistress?” Hilda gritted her teeth, furious beyond measures now as tears of hatred spilled over her cheek. She glared up at Maya. ‘This crazy bitch will not get away with this! I swear with my life!” Maya saw the glare and her own smile faded slowly. She reached out her hand with the vase and slowly raised the maid’s chin using the vase.

the second maid said, her voice trembling slightly. “This is for the wedding,” she explained. I couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re all crazy in this damn house!" I hissed, "Go tell your fucking master that I am not his fucking slave! Over my dead body will I marry a cruel creature like him.” The maids flinched at my outburst, their eyes wide with shock. I didn’t care. My heart raced, fueled by a mixture of anger and desperation. “I’m not playing his stupid game. I refuse to be a pawn in whatever sick plan he has!”

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."