The Maid Who Held the Power: A Tale of Revenge and Justice
For months, I had been treated like dirt—looked down on, insulted, and mocked—just because I was the maid. Tris, my boss’s spoiled daughter, and her snobby friends acted like I was nothing more than a servant, a robot meant to obey their every command. But little did they know… I wasn’t who they thought I was.
And one night, everything changed.
“You’re Just Trash”
People have always assumed they’re better than others. For years, as a maid, I’d seen it—the way rich folks treated anyone they considered “beneath” them. Like we were stupid. Like we didn’t matter.
They never cared to ask who I really was. Why I worked as a maid. What my dreams were. But I didn’t blame them too much—most people only see what they want to see.
After working in hotels and cleaning houses, I ended up in the home of Margaret, a wealthy but kind-hearted woman. She never yelled, never nitpicked, and even let me use her private library.
Her daughter, Tris? A different story.
Tris was nearly 50, divorced, and still living off her mother’s money. The house was huge, but Tris acted like she owned every inch of it—and like I was nothing more than a piece of furniture.
The Night It All Exploded
One evening, Tris invited her entitled friends over. My job was to serve them, even though it wasn’t part of my duties.
“Such a good maid you have,” one guest remarked, sipping her wine.
“Please, Hailey could try harder,” Tris sneered, shooting me a glare.
“What do you expect? They’re all idiots. As long as she cleans and doesn’t steal, that’s good enough,” a balding man in his fifties scoffed.
“True. Though I think some of my things have gone missing lately,” Tris added with a smirk.
That’s because you drink too much and forget where you leave your stuff, I thought. Just last week, I’d found her diamond necklace in the fridge.
“They’re trash, I’ve always said that,” the man continued.
I spotted Margaret in the hallway, shaking her head in disgust. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed to me. I nodded—she hated this as much as I did.
“Exactly! All they know is how to steal and get pregnant. All my maids quit after a few months because they ended up knocked up,” a woman cackled.
“I think the poor should be separated—they don’t belong in our society,” Tris declared. Then, with a smirk, she “accidentally” tipped her scalding coffee onto my arm.
I gasped. “That hurts!”
“Oh, stop being dramatic. It’s just coffee,” Tris rolled her eyes. “You’ll survive. You’re just a maid.”
That was it. My patience snapped.
“I’m actually a human being,” I said, my voice steady. “And when all of this becomes mine, I’ll throw you out the first chance I get.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“And what makes you think this will ever be yours?” Tris sneered.
Slowly, I peeled off my glove and held up my hand—revealing the glittering diamond ring on my finger.
“THIEF! I’LL CALL THE POLICE!”
Tris’s face twisted in rage. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!” she shrieked, lunging at me.
“It was a gift,” I said calmly. “From Margaret.”
“LIES! My mother would NEVER give something like that to a nobody like you!”
“But she did,” I said, locking eyes with her.
“You witch! Give it back NOW, or I’ll have you arrested!” Tris screamed, her face turning purple. “Do you even know what that ring MEANS?!”
“Yes,” I said, my voice icy. “Whoever Margaret gives this ring to… inherits everything.”
The room went silent.
The Truth Comes Out
“CALL THE POLICE!” the balding man roared.
“No need,” Margaret’s voice cut through the chaos as she stepped into the room. “I gave Hailey that ring.”
“MOM, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” Tris screeched.
“No. But you’ve lost your inheritance,” Margaret said coldly. “Hailey is more deserving of this house than you’ll ever be.”
“I’LL SUE HER!” Tris howled.
“Try it. The will is legal. And if I were Hailey, I’d have already thrown you out,” Margaret snapped.
Tris turned to me, her eyes wild. “You wouldn’t DARE!”
I smiled. “I won’t. Because unlike you, I believe in treating people with respect.”
“I’LL MAKE YOU REGRET THIS!” Tris screamed, spittle flying from her lips.
“Then I’ll have to kick you out after all,” I said.
Margaret placed a hand on my shoulder. *”Tris, pack your bags. Or we *will* call the police.”*
With a final scream of rage, Tris stormed out, her high-society friends scattering like roaches.
Margaret turned to me, pride in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for the day you’d stand up to her. Well done.”
I exhaled, the weight of months of humiliation finally lifting.
Justice had been served.
And the maid? She was now the heir.