The Maids

Isabella POV

I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through the window and as I tried to roll over, a slight groan escaped my lips.

But then I realized I was nestled in a bed that felt incredibly cozy, with the scent of a charming cologne wafting from the soft sheets and plush pillows.

As my vision sharpened, I noticed the presence of a woman standing in the room. Gradually, I sat up in bed and she greeted me with a gentle smile.

I took in my surroundings, realizing I was sitting on a luxurious queen-sized bed in a beautifully furnished bedroom, adorned in a rich, dark royal brown color scheme.

Confusion washed over me as I questioned whether I was still dreaming or...

"Buenos días, Señora Martínez." The woman greeted me, capturing my attention.

Clad in a formal black and white maid uniform with the subtle presence of a few gray strands amidst her black hair which was styled in a bun, she exuded an air of elegance.

"English, please." I mustered the effort to speak, even though I understood her Spanish words from my high school language classes.

She nodded slowly, coming closer to the bed, responding, "Good morning, Mrs. Martínez. I'm Lora, the head maid. Your husband has requested that you wake up and take a bath before joining him for breakfast in the dining room."

That's when it hit me...I was married to the bastard, Justin Martínez. I let out a sigh as the realization washed over me, noticing that I was still wearing my wedding dress.

I nodded in response, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes past 8 o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, my attention was captured by the entrance of six maids, each holding a short casual dress in a different color, along with a pair of matching sandals.

Lora closed the door behind them, sealing us in the room. I stared at the maids as they stood silently before the bed; they all appeared to be in their early or mid-30s.

"Mrs. Martínez, you can pick a dress to wear after your bath." Lora gestured towards the maids holding the dresses.

I stood up slowly and asserted, "You can call me Bella." As my feet touched the cool tiled floor, she shook her head quickly.

"Mrs. Martínez is more formal and I don't want to risk my job, so I'll stick to calling you Mrs. Martínez." She declared, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"Okay." I nodded slowly, before turning my attention to the array of dresses before me.

"I'll go with the blue dress and sandals, if they're free." I decided on my outfit, but the maids snickered.

"Of course, it's free, Mrs. Martínez." Lora assured me with a genuine smile, shooting a stern look at the other maids.

"You're his wife and he specifically wanted you to choose from the clothing options provided." She confirmed, silencing the maids.

I simply nodded.

"Do you want me to give you a bath, my lady?" One of the maids suddenly asked, her gaze fixed on the floor and I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"No, I'm good, thank you." I replied awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. She nodded, placing the blue dress and matching sandals on the bed.

"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" Another maid asked, curiosity evident on her face and I shook my head.

"No, just show me where the bathroom is." I said, lifting the hem of my wedding dress from the floor. She pointed towards a two-sided door inside the bedroom.

"Do you want me to comb your hair after your bath, Mrs. Martinez?" The next maid asked. I shook my head in response.

"I will fix the bed for you, my lady." Another maid assured, heading towards the bed before I could object.

"There's no need for that, I can do it myself." I insisted, but she shook her head, determined to carry out her duties.

"Oh no, this is my job, my lady." She informed me. I glanced at Lora, who motioned me towards the bathroom.

I made it towards the bathroom, quickly entering before someone could inquire if I needed assistance to open the door.

After closing the two-sided doors behind me, I let out a deep breath and took in the sight of the elegant interior-designed bathroom.

I walked around slowly, completely in awe as I examined every aspect and corner of the bathroom.

Running my hand over the edge of the bathtub, "He really has great taste in fashion." I admitted to myself.

Taking my time, I removed my wedding dress and undergarments, allowing the warm water to fill the bathtub. With a gentle hop, I settled into the tub and took a moment to relax.

Glancing to my left, I noticed three different types of shower gel and hair products. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a shower gel and indulged in a refreshing bath, enjoying the scent that filled the bathroom.

After my bath, I stepped out of the tub, drained the water and neatly arranged the products. Wrapping myself in a towel, I walked to the other side of the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once I was done, I picked up the wedding dress and ran my hand through my hair. I walked back into the bedroom and found Lora arranging a makeup kit, fragrances and a comb on the bed.

I thanked her and she nodded before taking the wedding dress from my hands. As she left the room, I sat down on the bed and started combing my hair.

After a few minutes, I applied fragrances to my body, then I put on the clothes and slipped into a pair of sandals.

Leaving the bedroom and stepping into the hallway, I felt a bit nervous about navigating through Justin's grand mansion.

As I walked, taking in my surroundings, I unexpectedly came face-to-face with a familiar burly bodyguard, the one I had seen with Justin before.

"Good morning, Mrs. Martínez." He greeted me formally with a nod, causing me to pause in the hallway.

"Your husband is in the dining room, waiting for you." He informed me and I simply nodded as he guided me through the mansion.

We took a different hallway, passing two stairways on opposite sides and descended down the left stairs. He turned in a different direction and soon, we found ourselves inside the dining room.

My eyes landed on Justin, seated at a long table, looking dashing in a dark blue suit with his hair neatly styled. As his dark brown eyes met mine, he motioned for the bodyguard to leave and then he spoke, "Good morning, wife."

The bodyguard exited the dining room and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I stood there, quietly, not giving him any attention as he rang a small bell on the dining table.

In no time, two maids entered the room, accompanied by a Chef, each carrying trays of breakfast in their hands.

They carefully placed the food on the table and Justin's gaze remained fixed on me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.