The Maid's Diary Novels & Stories

she spat, and her fist landed hard on the dressing table. “I have to think. I must destroy that woman.” She glared at her reflection. “Ma’am, may I come in?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock. “What do you want?”Eliana snapped, and the maid flinched. “I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am. We found this in Mr. Smith’s car.” The maid held out a slim book, a diary, by the look of it. Eliana snorted, opening the door brusquely. “Leave it.”

She hesitates, wondering, “Are you going to prepare breakfast?” A casual shrug of his shoulders and his response, "Not today... but I might make breakfast for you one day," leaves her both intrigued and touched by the notion of his culinary efforts. The tranquility is momentarily interrupted by a soft knock on the door, drawing Dominic's attention. He invites the person inside, revealing a maid dressed immaculately in a neat uniform. Elizabeth is taken aback, utterly astonished by the unexpected presence of hired help within their intimate space. “Sir, madam. The breakfast is served,” the maid announces, Elizabeth struggles to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics, her mind racing to make

I watched as my baby was humiliated for wanting something sweet in a palace overflowing with excess. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to breathe. I memorized the maid’s face. Her voice. The way she stood. The way she laughed. Then, when they finally released Madeline and shoved her away like trash, I waited. Later, when I saw the same group of maids gathered together, gossiping and laughing, I approached them slowly. The moment they heard my footsteps, they turned. And immediately, they recoiled. “Oh, Goddess,” one of them gagged dramatically, covering her nose. “What is that smell?”

Give me patience to deal with this girl. How are children of these days are raised. Magdalena went on to scold Rim who is the newest maid that just joined them many times as she wished. . She doesn't know how to clean, cook and even wash clothes yet she is the old woman's favorite. I think this unfair. Interjected Harriet another maid around in the kitchen.

I just hoped the woman is still alive,so we can trace and ask her more about this document. I flipped through all the remaining pages,hoping we could see the name of the woman that needed the surgery but there was none. “ There's something this maid told me that I actually find intriguing “ Granny said to Ava and I,when she saw that we were done reading the document. That made Ava and I to immediately look up at them.This maid seemed to be really close to Late Mrs Lucia. “ Tell them what you told me just now when I asked you to tell me all you know about Late Mrs Lucia “ Granny instructed the maid.

The word came out in a half-whisper, half-exclamation, full of disbelief and something darker. The maid took a small step back, bowing even lower. “That is what I saw, Ma. I served his lunch myself.” With a swift motion of her hand, Daisy waved the maid away. “Go.” “Yes, Ma.” The maid didn’t linger for a second. She turned quickly and walked away, her footsteps fading down the hall. Now Daisy stood alone. The hallway was silent except for the faint ticking of a distant clock. Her fingers curled into her palms, her nails pressing into her skin.

she said in a hushed tone. Sarah's eyes widened in shock at the maid's audacity. "That's ridiculous," she sputtered. "You shouldn't spread such rumors." The maid just shrugged and walked away, leaving Sarah feeling flustered and embarrassed. She quickly shook off the encounter and went about her business, determined to focus on her mission to help Isabella and the resistance. =====

the maid was saying, but Maurice got her off. “What did you mean?” Maurice asked the maid, and she was skeptical about talking. “Did you want to get fired! I'm asking you what you saw!” Maurice roared, and the maid jumped away in fright. The maid narrated how she saw Hadley in Maurice's study roon, and how she looked flustered when she entered. Maurice dispersed them when he heard that, and he went to his study room. His eyes lingered on his safe, and a mocking smirk irked his lips seeing that he was opened.

I didn't know what to do. I looked around to try to orient myself and saw the kitchen nearby. There were the basics: refrigerator, stove, and microwave. I went over there and found some old dishes and silverware. I felt disgusted by them. I looked at a door nearby and realized it was a powder room. It was so ugly that it filled me with even more sadness. I left it and went to another door in the living room. There was a garden at the back. Then, I saw a door under the stairs and noticed it was the compartment for an old washing machine. I immediately thought that there was no clothes to wash there. I almost cried realizing that.

I took a small step back, but her grip tightened like a vice and she dragged me to the kitchen. And so, we waited. And waited. And waited. By the time Mario finally returned that evening, my feet hurt from sitting for so long, my patience was gone. Mario barely stepped through the door before the maid shoved the diary into his hands. “She was snooping sir,” she announced, like she had just caught a criminal mastermind. Mario’s eyes landed on the diary. His whole body went rigid. Then, before I could blink, he snatched it, fingers gripping the cover so tight his knuckles turned white.