All Chapters of Maid To Be: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Walking into the mansion with happiness I hadn't felt in a long while, taking hold of my whole body. Mom was better now. The transplant had been carried out successfully, and at this moment, life's just as good. Stepping into the living room, I found it empty upon my entrance.Perhaps, the kids had all gone to school. I hurried into the kitchen, meeting the maids over there, some cooking, others standing by a corner waiting to be ordered. "Get to work immediately, Nia" Miss Tara yelled at my figure."clean and tidy all the rooms""Every one of them" She spoke.Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time to begin another round of turmoil, a voice uttered in my head. Oh, what wonders await you now? I thought.Following her orders, I wore my apron at once, picking up a broom and duster, and then proceeding out of the kitchen, moving to the rooms to begin cleaning. I was almost done with cleaning all the rooms, and a lot of time had passed. The sound of chatters, echoed all around the house, and the fi

The figures of Tyler and Logan appeared in the living room, backpacks hung on their shoulders, both engaged in a conversation.Ashley who was proceeding down the stairs, paid no attention to anyone, just typing away on the phone in her hands. She stepped out of the house not quite long after, while Tyler and Logan still remained back in the living room, chattering to each other. Cameron joined them in a short while, Savannah walking by his side. I pretended to be busy with the furnitures, dusting, just as they walked into the living room. "Now I know where those noises I heard last night were coming from" Tyler flashed a grin at his brother, eyes accessing the figure of Savannah. "She slept here? Wait till mom and dad find out." He added with a smirk on his face. All of his words seemed not to have any effect whatsoever on Cameron, as that prude ignored him, turning to Savannah. "Did you guys use protection?" Logan joked, laughing and bumping fists with Tyler. "You both know y

There's nothing much better than waking up to a beautiful Saturday morning, with birds chirping and singing by your window side, right?.Trust me, it felt so good. I turned in bed, hearing the sound of my mom's voice beckon to me. "Nia, breakfast is ready." She called from the kitchen. A beautiful day it was, the aroma of my mom's cooking filling my nostrils, confirming the goodness of dawn. Getting out of bed slowly, a weak yawn escaped my lips, while my hands rubbed at my eyes which were still yearning for more sleep. Stepping out of my room, I proceeded into the little bathroom mom and I shared to run myself a warm bath. Not long after half an hour of me washing and undergoing a round of thoughts while in the bath, I got changed into proper clothes, and then made my way to the kitchen. I found mom over there, busy making toast. She was back to her usual act of getting food ready, just in time for me to have my breakfast, right before leaving. Her gaze took in my figure as

We arrived at my apartment not long after leaving the mansion, the silence we began the journey with, still ensuing amongst us. Just how impossible was he? The question lingered in my heart while I stole a glance at his profile. Grabbing the keys from the back pocket of my pants, I unlocked the door at once, its hinges creaking a little, just as my fingers pushed open the doorway. I noted the absence of mom, which meant she either went grocery shopping, or was out visiting her therapist. After the surgery, the doctor had advised her to pay a visit to the therapist twice a week so as to improve on her health. My mother never for once liked laying her troubles to anyone, certainly not a therapist, but after the surgery, all of that seemed to change.Cameron walked in slowly after me, his eyes surveying the living room."Nice apartment" I heard him say, meanwhile, his eyes peered intently into mine. I could tell he was only mocking me. This house was nothing compared to his. His

I was taught that most times we act outside ourselves, doing that, which we ordinarily wouldn't. Sometimes we don't know why we do the things we do, and at this moment, I still couldn't tell the reason for my act. Here I was, stood outside the soccer field of Greenville High. Yes, I finally decided to go for the game. Initially, I had lied to Miss Tara that I was having cramps and I had to go home, which the lady didn't believe. She sensed immediately that something was up, so she refused to let me go. After much pleas from me, giving her random excuses as to why I had to take my leave, she finally agreed to let me go, but there remained certain conditions. The condition was that I was to return to the Williams mansion at exactly 5:00 pm, and also, I had to remain there for the night, just to complete the chores I left behind. Unhappy I was at first with her 'condition', cause I never informed mom that I wouldn't be returning home for the day, but after much thoughts, I gave in