Carnegie's Maid: A Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: THE POWERFUL MAN WHO OWNS THE HOUSE JUST CLAIMED ME AS HIS I move carefully through the opulent dining room, balancing the heavy silver tray loaded with steaming dishes. My plain black maid uniform clings modestly to my body — high neckline, knee-length skirt, white apron tied neatly around my waist. At twenty-two, I’m still untouched in every way that matters. A few innocent kisses with my high school boyfriend years ago are the extent of my experience. No boy has ever touched my breasts. No fingers have ever slipped between my thighs. I’m the good girl. The virgin maid working her way through college.

The day began with the steady hum of the estate waking up, doors opening, distant voices exchanging clipped greetings, the faint scent of bread baking from the kitchen. Maya had just finished polishing the silver in the main salon when Mrs. Carbone appeared in the doorway. “You’re wanted in the library,” she said briskly. “The windows need polishing.” Maya nodded, gathering her supplies, but before she could make it halfway down the hall, Georgia appeared at the top of the stairs, her crimson silk robe trailing like a banner.

"Two years ago, there was another maid. Beautiful girl, about your age. He got obsessed with her for about three months. Private dinners, gifts, the whole thing. And then one day, she was just... gone. Dismissed. No explanation. No references." The words felt like ice water. "What happened to her?" "No idea. Mrs. Chen won't talk about it. But the point is...Mr. Blackwood doesn't do relationships. He does obsessions. And when the obsession ends, so does everything else." Aria's chest tightened. Was that all this was? An obsession that would burn out? "I appreciate the warning," she said carefully. "But I can handle myself."

A maid walked in, bowing her head To the ground as usual. “Greetings, your highness.” “What is it?” Caroline asked, not impressed by whatever she cared to say. “I came to serve her highness if she might be in need of anything.” It was like the gods could hear her request at the moment. She turned lazily to the maid. “I need some human clothes, something free I can wear. I also need books.” “Would your highness tell me what kind of books she wants to read, is it more romance or fantasy?” the maid asked.

Days passed in a smooth, quiet rhythm, yet Carolina’s nerves never settled. Each morning she rose before dawn, dressed in her plain uniform, tucked her glasses into place, and stepped into the life of “Angela,” the new maid. The house itself, though grand and pristine, felt oddly lifeless. The staff moved like silent shadows, barely exchanging more than necessary words. The head maid, Sophia, had warmed up to Carolina more quickly than expected — thanks to Katherine’s tips — and assigned her simple but frequent tasks: dusting the upper halls, helping the cook with plating, carrying trays to the east wing.

It was a document that contains the information about the right attitude of maids that was written by Sarai’s mother. The document was a rough sketch of how the whole book will be and how each expression will be dealt with. I was just thinking about how possible such books will be here. Also, the version of that book o am aware of has the name of the new head maid in it. That leaves me with the question of who is lying or being truthful. I thought to myself that I need to act silly but since there’s not so much time for that, I have to do what I’ve got to do to make sure I have the chances to do that later.

“Last time I checked, I left him. Dovorced him and n started a new life so he didn't leave me. I left him. Carlisle is a prick and I wish you would get out so I could tell him to his face so since you're here, I'll tell you your own story. “ A maid came in with a tray and I recognized her as the maid who served me food on the night I got married. She also cleaned me off after that beast finished with me. When she saw me, she froze for a moment before she gathered herself and continued walking. As she dropped the tray, I could see the ah her hands were shaking. Carlisle waited for her to wake away before turning to me. “What do you want? I know you didn't come here to insult me.”

Carrie Occasionally, the rogues held meetings for their group in the assembly room of the former council members. This is where they gathered to discuss various matters. I, along with the other maids, served them at the long table, attending to their food, drinks, and other needs. The other maids were focused on their tasks, fully aware that a single mistake could bring misery. In contrast, I was preoccupied with the rejection from the previous night. My body moved mechanically, following orders, while my mind was elsewhere, haunted by the face of the man who kept me restless. I felt like a body without a mind or will.

I just don't understand why his eyes are familiar but they always remind me of someone. "I'm going to have one of my workers take you to your room. Then you have to prepare my dinner within an hour. I hope you don't make me wait too long. You don't want to get me angry do you?." I shook my head. He smirked and walked away. Just then a young lady my age I think came towards me. She had beautiful jet black hair with a smile on her face. She is dressed in a nice white shirt and blue skirt. "Hi. I'm Gina, the new head maid. You must be Carina. You're welcome to this mansion. I'm going to show you your room and all your chores. Luckily your room is next to mine. Let's go." She said leading the wa

That was a moan, a loud one at it, she had thought her mind was deceiving her. "But how?" Her brows pulled up in confusion. That was a moan, but there were no male servants around here. That must be a stranger; her heart skipped at the thought. A stranger. How? She exhaled fearfully before pulling a little courage in her and walking towards the sound. She halted on her feet at the sight displayed in front, her eyes almost popped out. She quickly hid behind a tree as she watched the new maid called Carina, with her skirt down as 'she' fucked a maid she knew as Maria in a bush.