The story is about a girl who got a job as a maid in a millionaire's resident but the man's kids didn't accept her. What happened when different challenge started falling in the house? Find out in the story.
The story is about a girl who got a job as a maid in a millionaire's resident but the man's kids didn't accept her. What happened when different challenge started falling in the house? Find out in the story.
🍂THE HOUSE
MAID👰👰
(Kristen and Stephine)💫
🍁Episode 1🍁
⚠DO NOT COPY OR REPOST⚠
Written By: Kelvin Ajayi
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California city... 14th February, 2021!
Helena walked on the street, swingling her hands in excitement.
She just got the news that her mother is feeling better so she dicided to pass the news to her boyfriend.
It was Valentine and she knew very well that Alien might have a gift from her.
She wants to pay Alien a suprise visit. Yes.... A visit that'll suprise Alien immediately he sets his eyes on Helena.
As she walked on the street, she suddenly spotted a man selling a bunch of Ice cream and she immediately, walked up to the nan.
"Can i get some ice cream?" Helena said smiling.
"Yeah, sure. It's just 2 dollars" The elegent man replied as it dawned on Helena that she wasn't with any money and the man can't possibly sell it for free.
"Um... Can i come someother time? I need to go now" Helena stated and turned to leave when the man's voice stop him.
"I Wouldn't have wasted my saliva telling you the prices because i knew you can't afford half of it!" the man said and Helena felt the word hit her at her chest.
She felt itimidated... She felt mocked.
She turned to the man, tightening her fists in anger.
"You can go ahead and hit me as many times as you want but you should remember that the CCTV camera's are everywhere." the man stated as Helena turned angrily and walked away.
she was a poor fellow in the society and she's known for it.
She hardly buys food to eat and that makes almost everyone mocked her except her bestfriend and Alien whom she didn't know they were devil in an angel's form...
She dicide to wave that off her head, hoping for Better Days Ahead.
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She finally arrived at Alien's house as she made a knock on the big gate.
"I'm coming!" she heard a voice said loudly from inside and she needed no soothsayer to tell her it was Brown (Alien's kid brother.
Brown opened the gate and ushered her in.
"Good day Aunty Helena" Brown greeted.
"Hey, how are you doing today?" Helena asked with a smile on her face.
"I'm fine.." Brown replied cheerfully.
"Did you came to visit Alien?" Brown asked, looking confused.
"Yes. Is there a problem?" Helena asked.
"No.. No... But he didn't tell me you were visiting him today" Brown stated.
"Oh, that's because i wanted to pay him a suprise visit. Today is Valentine and i feel like suprising him today" Helena replied and Brown nodded his head affirmatively.
"Okay, you can go in. They're in" Brown replied and Helena paused on her track.
"They??? He's not alone?" Helena asked, furrowing her brows.
"Yeah. A girl came to visit him some hours ago" Brown replied.
"A Girl? Is she your sister or what?" Helena asked, wearing a confused look.
"Not at all. She mentioned being a close friend to Alien" Brown stated.
"A Friend. I thought Alien said he never had a friend who is a girl?" Helena asked with keen interest.
"Ma'am, i would really appreciate if you'll go to Alien's room and ask him instead of questioning me. He knows best than me" Brown said trying not to sound offensive.
"Okay. Let me go to him. See you later" Helena waved and turned to leave.
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Helena entered the big sitting room but saw no one. The sitting room was silent as a grave yard.
"Alien!" she called.
"Alien!" she called but go no response.
She dicided to check the bedroom to see if he was sleeping or something.
As she walked on the passage, she started hearing loud noise and moans.
She chuckled and continue walking.
The noise became more louder when she got to the door of Alien's bedroom and she discovered it was a Lady's voice.
Curiousity got to the best of her and she pushed the door forcefully.
Luckly, the door wasn't locked.
Helena eyes almost popped out it's socket immediately she spotted Alien having s.ex with her bestfriend - Emilia.
"Oh Jesus!" she exclaimed with shock on her face.
She couldn't believe that Alien could cheat on her after everything.
Alien flinched in shock immediately she saw Helena in the room.
She wasn't expecting her that particular hour.
Emilia sat on the bed not feeling any remorse.
Tears started flowing down Helena's cheeks.
"Emilia, what have i done? What have i done to deserve this?" Helena asked, already in tears while Emilia hissed and didn't reply her.
"Alien.." Helena wanted to speak but end up breaking down into more tears.
Alien quickly wore his pants and went to kneel down on her.
"I Trusted you, Alien... You made me believe that you were never gonna cheat on me. I hate you" Helena rasped in her head as she turned and left the bedroom.
Alien ran after immediately and was able to block her way in the sitting room.
"I'm sorry. I know i've wronged you but please forgive me." Alien pleaded.
"Why did you do this to me? Why must it be on my bestfriend?" Helena whimpered.
"I Thought you were different. I stood by you when rich men was asking me to date them. Men you can never be like was asking me to marry them but i shunned them off because i love you. I kept my virginity for you. I wanted to give you as suprise gift but you don't deserve it.
"All men are scam! Men are scam! Men are scam!" She yelled out in tears and Alien tried to hold her when she released an hot resounding slap on Alien's face.
"Don't you dare in your miserable life touch me ever again... This relationship is over. You can continue with Emilia!" Helena said and she turned and stormed out of the building.
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As she walked down the street, she couldn't get the thought off her head.
She still couldn't believe that Alien could cheat on her.
After all the promises. He still went ahead to do it.
She was still thinking dep about the scene when she suddenly heard the screech of the car and it dawned on her that she was at the centre of the road and before the tried to run to run out of the road, the car had already hit her.
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Harold immediately got down from the car and ran to Helena who has already passed out on the floor.
Harold hit his head in dissapiontment as he looked left and right and saw no one.
He immediately grab hold of Helena and took her to the car.
He dicided to take him to his family doctor to avoid unecessary problem.
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A WEEK LATER
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"Doctor, how is she?" Harold asked.
He had earlier rushed Helena to the hosipal and she has been recieving treatment for the past 7 seven days.
"She's perfectly fine and up for discharge " Doctor John replied and Harold heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank Goodness" Harold exclaimed.
"But sir, you need to be extra careful next time so you won't end up getting into more trouble" Doc John pointed out.
"No Problem, Doctor. Can i see her now?" Harold asked.
"Sure, come with me" Doctor said and started walking away while Harold trailed with him.
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"I'm sorry for hitting you with my car, it was a mistake" Harold said.
"It's fine. It was my fault anyways, i was walking at the center of the road and didn't realize a vehicle was close to me. I was in deep thought" Helena replied cheerfully.
"What were you thinking that made you forget that you were actually on the road?" Harold asked.
"It's a long story. Anyways, thanks for having a conversation with me" Helena said smiling.
"C'mmon. I'm a human being not a ghost. Why are you feeling honoured discussing with me?" Harold said.
"That's because you're very popular. You're multi - millonaire who is known my everyone. I don't think a poor fellow like me who doesn't have a job deserve to talk to you" Helena stated.
"You don't have a job?" Harold asked.
"Yes. And the worst thing is that i'm a graduate" Helena stated.
"Are you kidding me? You're a graduate and you don't have a job. Anyways, can you work as a maid in my house? You'll be doing that before i get you a good job?" Harold asked.
"Omg! Sure, i'll appreciate that" Helena said with a smile.
"Alright. Let me talk to the doctor to work on your discharge. You're coming to my home right away." Harold muttered and a bunch of happiness ran through her.
She felt so happy that she'll be seeing Harold's cute face everyday.
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The car drove into the compound and parked at the parking lot.
Helena and Harold came down from the car.
"OMG!!! This house is so beautifull!" Helena explained, staring at the big mansion ahead of her.
"Thanks for the compliment. Can we go in now?" Harold asked.
"It's your house. Let's go in" Helena said, gazing around.
Harold started walking towards the building while Helena followed her.
"I'm glad you love my house but please you have to make sure you don't get on my girls last nerves. They might be very arrogant towards you" Harold said while Helena nodded her head affirmatively.
Harold opened the door and entered the sitting room along with Helena.
Kristen and Stephine immediately stood up and hugged their dad.
"Welcome Dad" they chorused.
"Welcome my darlings. How are you girls doing?"
"We're fine. Who is she?" Kristen asked pointing at Helena.
"She's our new maid" Harold replied.
"A Maid? Who told you we needed a maid?" Stephine scoffed.
"She doesn't have a job." Harold replied.
"And so? Dad, we are big girls. We don't need a damn maid! You better take her away. She looks like a nerd!" Stephine yelled as she turned and walk away while Kristen followed her.
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TBC
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