Novels by Joyful29

"It looks like I should be appreciative because I won't be going to jail", she said quietly. "Smart girl", he answered her. "Okay. Thank you, Dennis. I am so grateful to you for not reporting me to the police. I promise to be a good maid and an escort to you", she said sarcastically. "Since I am to be your boss, you use Sir and not my name. We are not from the same class. Do I make myself clear?" Rose was so angry; she raised her right hand to slap that stupid smile off his face. He saw her hands and smiled the more. "Don't even think about it. You will so hate yourself and wished you never stood there yesterday. Trust me", he said and stood up. Rose looked at him with hate-filled eyes brimming with tears. 'He was very kind to me just a moment ago. What happened to that person? Living with him won't be easy. How will I cope with him in one house?' "Alright, when am I to move into your apartment? And I hope you know that I won't

Rose was so worried. She didn’t know what Dennis must have told Brendan about her. And to top it all, she just got a call from her boss, telling her that her services were no longer needed at the office. ‘I don’t care what he said and I don’t care what Brendan thinks of me right now. All I know is that I got the money for my mum’s surgery and she will be fine afterwards. But what am I going to do after the surgery? Will I go to jail or what? I don’t even have any job or anyone I can meet to help me pay this debt off. The Landlord is on my neck. We don’t even have ...’ The ringing of her phone interrupted her thoughts. She saw the caller ID and saw Landlord on the screen. “Not him, please”, she said and answered the call. “Rose, if I don’t get my money today, you are leaving this house” “Sir, my mother is in the hospital. I will come and discuss with you when we get back. Please, just be a bit patient with me. Besides you told us that the last

“Brendan, are you at the hospital?” asked a disoriented Dennis as he spoke into the phone. “Sure. Why?” replied Brendan. “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” said Dennis as he cut the connection. Dennis lay back on the bed in his suite and sighed. His head was banging. It was as if a train ran over him. What did that witch give him to drink? “If I lay my hands on that beautiful witch, she is dead. How did that little witch drug me?” he asked no one in particular. He stood up and almost fell back on the bed because of the dizziness he felt. When he got himself, he went into the bathroom, washed up and came out angry. He paused for some seconds as if in thought, and then ran for the drawers at the head of the bed. “No, no, no. What the hell? She took everything,” He put his hand deep into the top drawer and felt something. He brought it out and saw money in his hands. He counted it and it was a N100,000. He chuckled t

“Mum, I am back”, said Rose as she entered their one-roomed apartment. It was a shame that they were living in this kind of condition. The death of her father really shook them and they have been trying to get back on their feet since then. She can virtually say that they were considered the poor in her area. Since her father died, things became worse for them financially. He worked as a security man for a wealthy family. Although, he was well paid, he never brought his money home. Her father was extravagant and a chronic gambler. Due to his addiction to gambling, he continued to ask for salary advance which made his boss uncomfortable and got him fired. Thinking he would come back to his senses, he started selling off things in the house which made them virtually poor. He started a life of drinking which led to liver failure and finally his death. Even after his death, they had to pay off his debts for some years before they had any savings. Rose

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 This book is dedicated to you, wonderful reader. I am grateful to you for getting this book. My hope is that you enjoy this book. Happy Reading!