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In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

' Closing his eyes for a little while he tried to recall those words he read in the papers containing that information about his people. The maid is someone who has a ruined family. She is working for Oliver to gain money to give it to her mother and a father who is bedridden. She needs money for their expenses in their small and humble house. 'Her action seems to be something that is weird. She asked me awhile ago where will I go. Does she have any connection about those thieves?' Slowly turning his gaze to the gardener, everyone is looking down. That is why Oliver can assure that none of them can see what he is doing.

“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.

Do you want to take part in this little game of mine? “My, my, was a no an answer?” The maid grinned to her ears as she read the letter. “Why would I refuse such a blessing?” She struck the hard wall, which slightly cracked. A little maid like her, short and white, frail as a white rabbit, was in fact a tigress! Strong and confident! The maid softly chuckles, “Then, the silent chase… begins~” _______ KircheLeaf SEASON ONE _______ ~ END of CHAPTER SIX ~

“Where is Mai?” The maid’s hands shook so hard that the soup spilled onto the tray. “Miss Anna...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “She... she...” “She what?” I scrambled off the bed, grabbing the maid’s arms. “What did she do to Mai?” “She killed her.” The air left my lungs. My legs gave out, and I slammed hard onto the floor. “Killed her? Why?” “She killed her for addressing you as ‘Miss’ instead of the slave that you are,” the maid said. She dropped the tray onto the bed, terrified, and ran out of the room.

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

What if she has been scared this whole time? I push the thought away. I cannot afford to think like that. Not yet. I pick up the note. Block letters. Careful. Anonymous. Written with a pen that could come from any store in any city. "She confessed. Now you know the truth. The maid was never yours. Do with her what you will." The maid was never yours. I read it three times. My rage does not spike. It settles. Cold and heavy in my chest. The kind of cold that freezes blood. The kind of heavy that crushes bones.