Carnegie's Maid: A Novel Novels & Stories

Why don't I have a taste of her while I have the chance. In the early morning, the snow had piled up on the ground when her uncle threw her, Carmen out of his residence. Limping, she walked in a corner of Taadi City. Blood trickled down her thigh as the large cotton padded coat was wrapped around her battered and ruined body. In the past few hours, she had been ravaged by all the men within the residence from her uncle to the bodyguards to the driver to the chef to the gardener... Just a few days ago, I was still the noble young lady of the Adams Family. But now, I'm worse off than a maggot.

Then the maid slammed the door of the closet and and left the room. I slowly began to look at the layout of the room. The maid's room was not much furnished except for the beds and a few chairs. There was a yellow lamp beside the bed, and the chairs were obviously rotten and not getting the chance to be replaced. I thought of Emily, the woman who could safely be a blood slave in Leonardo Elliot's house, who dressed and spoke differently from the blood slaves here. Perhaps Leonardo Elliot was the supreme authority, so his blood slaves were different from other blood slaves.

"Sorry ma'am, I can't do that, this room does not only belong to the master but his fiance equally sleeps here, I'm not permitted to..... "Open the damn door if you still want your job here" Naomi threatened while the maid hesitated for a while before deciding to open the door. Naomi's lips curved in a smirk as she stared at the room, it was quite beautiful and worthy of sleeping. "Who brought in this trash?" Naomi asked as she pushed Caira's luggages which was now in the room. "Madam Caroline asked me to bring them in" the maid replied "Henceforth, this is where I'll be sleeping, you can throw this rags away" Naomi said but the maid still stood immovable.

I had told her to come by this time. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the low growl of an engine reached my ears. A black car rolled up to the curb. It was too clean for this dirty street. My breath hitched. The crowd parted as a maid stepped out, polished and composed. She moved to the passenger side, opening the door with precision. And then — there she was. Mrs. Jennifer, radiating wealth and command. "Is that the cleaning worker you mentioned, Mrs. Jennifer?" the maid asked.

The maid hesitated, then quickly darted forward, pouring a glass with trembling hands. The two of them seemed terrified, their hands shaking as they avoided meeting Carmen's eyes. Carmen took the glass, her fingers brushing against the maid's for a moment. The maid flinched as though burned. She furrowed her brow, trying to sit up in the massive bed, but the effort sent a dull ache radiating through her head. She couldn't understand why they were both trembling. She took a sip of the water and gave out a quiet sigh. She drank another cup, then another, and another, until she had downed a total of eight cups of water. She cleared her throat and handed the cup back to the maid with a quiet "th

Xavier did the same as I pulled closer to him. “Who could that be?” I whispered, asking in a low toned voice that sliced through the air. “It had to be a maid,” Xavier assured, his hands grazing mine as he stepped forward. I watched him pace sharply to the door and gripped the door knob as he opened the door and I caught the figure of a maid. My heart beat increased pace at the sight of the chilling midnight black pair of eyes that stared back at me. The maid standing at the other end of the room wasn't just any other ‘maid’, she was Caroline.

The fear of losing what I had left of Damon—our baby—was stronger than any pain they could inflict on me. A maid walked in with a tray of food in her hands. I could see that on her other hand, and her clothing tag read Catherine. But I looked at her skeptically—like I would eat the food even though I was so hungry. I had spent five days sleeping; what the fuck had they given me? That seemed impossible. "If you don't eat, you risk losing your child, and you look like you could take a bath too." The maid said. She looked more mature than me, maybe twenty-eight or twenty-seven. Her voice was gentle, almost motherly, which made this whole situation even more surreal.

"Darren and I had a little conversation before bidding each other farewell. Darren insisted that I go first. He demanded that I go before him, even though I pleaded that I wanted to see him go. I spun around and moved on. advancing directly towards the pack house. Just as I was about to enter my room, I heard a throat clearing from behind. I turned around carefully to find out who it was. It belonged to a maid. "Hello, ma'am," she said to me. I didn't respond. I just gave her a curious look while staring at her. She told me, "Ma'am Carla wants to see you in her room."

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

His wealth and privilege have allowed him to manipulate situations and buy his way out of trouble, maintaining his reputation and protecting his interests. David Nashville finds himself at a crossroads, torn between his reputation in the business world and the matters of the heart concerning his younger son, Jay. He recognizes that Jay's involvement in the abduction of the maid may be linked to his feelings for her, which perplexes David. After all, Jay could easily have pursued relationships with affluent girls from their social circle. Deep down, David secretly wonders what it is about the maid that attracted Jay's attention. He ponders the possibility that Jay recognizes something special