Novel & Cerita Ugly Maid

She looked much older but just from looking at her, one could guess she was once a beautiful woman. “ Oh, Mother,” Mika cried when the woman reached them. “ Just look! look at what this useless bitch did to my beautiful dress! It had cost so much and now it's all ruined thanks to her!” She turned around to face the quivering maid. Grabbing her hair, she yanked her towards her amidst her pleas. “ You bitchy maid! Just wait and watch what I do to y—" “ Mika, stop this nonsense at once!” Her mother yelled, making Mika pause. “ Let the poor girl go.”

“Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that. You'll go by Mari here. Better not to draw too much attention to yourself,” Neema finished with a satisfied grunt. I smiled a bit, the girl I was supposed to be, did have a lord for a father. I guess Mari is a more practical name for a maid. We entered the palace via the kitchen back entrance just as I had suspected. Several maids were already working in the kitchen when we entered. I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like.

The bodyguard touched his nose awkwardly and thought to himself silently, "Monica is so ugly until she has frightened Young Madam Candy, so Young Madam Sigrid drove her out. However, she is still dissatisfied and insists that she is not ugly. Furthermore, she also claims that Young Madam Sigrid and Elizabeth are only beautiful because of their makeup, and that they look ugly without it..." From a man's point of view, the few women in front of him weren't just good-looking after putting on makeup! If this was the standard one should have to be considered good-looking, how should a girl look to be considered as very good-looking?

She was surrounded by lots of pretty girls and she was scared she would be compared with them just as she was compared Lana Fernandez and then failed miserably. An ugly, pathetic wannabe. “Ugh!” She covered her face with her pal as she frowned, anger still coursing through her veins. Seeing this Hilda thought age was being embarrassed for herself, and she held up her head in contempt. “About time,” she sniffed haughtily. L-you brought this upon yourself, you fisherman’s daughter.” At the sound of those words, Maya froze. Slowly, she lowered her palms and glared at the head maid, “What did you just call me?”

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

, he said to her. “Maid, I can be, just because of the money I took from you, but an escort, no way. I thought you said I was way, way below your league and also not beautiful. So why will you need an ugly girl, I mean me, for an escort?” she asked with a smirk.

I doubt she's someone who would care so much about age. "By the way who is she? Do I know her?" He asked. I shook my head. "I don't think you know her. Her name is Jasmin Rose and she works in my house as a maid." Liam choked on his drink, coughing hard. "Fuck dude! Don't do me like that!" I chuckled. "What?" I asked, innocently. "I'm serious though. She's my maid." He frowned at me. "You are serious?" He asked. "Dude you can't be fucking your maid. That's going to be a huge scandal when it gets out."

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

At that moment, every maid in the mansion—once too afraid to even look her in the eye—had officially declared war… on frizz, dull skin, and outdated shoes. Izora Draven had just gained herself an elite glam squad. And none of them were going to let the mafia boss’s wife walk through those halls looking like anything less than perfection.