Novels by Babe

Chapter 7 – Watched The next morning, Elena felt it before she saw it. The shift. The weight in the air. The way the house seemed… tighter. Like something invisible had changed overnight. And maybe it had. She stepped into the kitchen, tying her apron, but the usual quiet rhythm of the staff felt different. Conversations stopped a second too early. Eyes lingered a second too long. And Maria— Maria was watching her. Not openly. Not obviously. But Elena noticed. She always noticed. “Late,” Maria said sharply, not even looking up from her clipboard. Elena frowned slightly. “I’m on time.” Maria’s pen tapped once against the paper. “You’re late by my standards.” A pause. Then she finally looked up. And this time, there was no mistaking it— Suspicion. Cold. Measured. Intentional. “Since you seem to have extra energy,” Maria continued, “you’ll take on additional duties today.” Elena crossed her arms lightly. “Additional?” “The west wing needs cleaning. Windows, floors

Chapter 6: After the Kiss Elena didn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it again — his hand at her waist, his mouth on hers, the way he had lost control for just a second… …and the way he hadn’t apologized for it. That was what unsettled her the most. Not the kiss. But the fact that it didn’t feel like a mistake. The mansion was quieter than usual that night, as if even the walls were holding their breath after what had almost happened. Maria’s voice still echoed in Elena’s mind — sharp, suspicious, too close. If she had turned that corner a second earlier… Elena exhaled slowly, pacing her room. This was dangerous now. Not just exciting. Not just bold. Real danger. And yet… She wasn’t pulling away. A soft sound broke the silence. Not loud. Not forced. Just… there. Elena stilled. Then turned toward the door. For a moment, nothing happened. Then — another faint shift. Someone was outside. She moved slowly, heart steady but alert, and opened the

Chapter 5 – Almost CaughtElena barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him — the way he had looked standing there, water still clinging to his skin, completely unbothered by her presence. The way his voice had dropped when he stepped close. The way his fingers had brushed her face like it was nothing… and everything.By morning, her thoughts were a mess of defiance and something far more dangerous.She told herself it didn’t matter.She told herself she was still in control.But as she moved through the halls that day, one truth lingered quietly beneath it all:something had shifted.And there was no undoing it.The evening brought another dinner — smaller this time, more controlled, but no less intense. Elena moved between the table and the sideboard, aware of every glance, every subtle shift in the room.And of him.Lorenzo barely spoke to her, but he didn’t need to. His presence followed her like a shadow — in the way his gaze lingered when she leaned forward, in the

Chapter 4 – Behind Closed DoorsThe hallway outside Lorenzo’s private suite was quieter than the rest of the mansion — almost unnaturally so. No staff lingered here, no guards paced openly. It was the kind of silence that carried rules without needing to speak them.And yet, Elena stood there with a linen basket in her arms, staring at the heavy wooden door.Maria’s voice echoed in her mind: Don’t wander where you aren’t sent.But this time, she had been sent.“Clean it. Carefully,” Maria had said, her tone unusually firm. “And don’t touch anything that doesn’t need touching.”Elena smirked slightly to herself. That sounded less like instruction and more like a warning.Still, boldness had gotten her this far.She knocked once.No answer.She waited a second, then pushed the door open.The room inside was exactly what she expected — and somehow more.Dark wood. Clean lines. Expensive, understated power. The kind of space that didn’t need to prove anything because everything in it alre

Chapter 3 – Shadows and Cigars The next morning began with the scent of fresh coffee drifting through the servants’ hall, mingled with the faint tang of salt air from the open courtyard windows. Elena moved through the kitchen with the efficiency of someone who had worked in finer homes before, though never one as intense and watchful as this. She had barely finished her coffee when Maria entered, her heels tapping a brisk rhythm on the tiles. “Lorenzo wants the east drawing room prepared,” she said, her clipped tone leaving no room for argument. “Guests will arrive within the hour. Men of… importance. You are to remain discreet.” Elena arched a brow. “Discreet as in invisible?” Maria’s eyes flickered with something between amusement and warning. “Exactly. And, Elena—if you hear anything, you didn’t.” It was the kind of statement Elena had learned to treat seriously. The east drawing room was opulence itself — gold-gilded frames, deep leather chairs, and the lingering a

Chapter 2 – The Rules of the House The next morning, Elena woke to the steady crash of waves against the cliffs below, sunlight spilling through the tall windows and illuminating the grandeur of the Romano estate. Her shoulder ached slightly from the heavy suitcase she had carried yesterday, but the ache was nothing compared to the anticipation thrumming in her chest. Today would be her first full day in the mansion — a day that would show her exactly what life inside Lorenzo Romano’s world demanded. She dressed carefully, choosing a fitted blouse and black skirt that emphasized professionalism without sacrificing comfort. Every detail mattered here. In the foyer, the first task was simple: escort deliveries and ensure nothing out of place reached the kitchens or servants’ quarters. But simple tasks in a house like this were rarely truly simple. As she descended the grand staircase, Elena noticed the subtle glances of the other staff. A younger maid whispered to a footman and