Actress Samantha Robertson Novels & Stories

“You’re still calling me ‘Miss’ even though we’re going to be married soon?” “I’m just being respectful. You are a lady, after all.” “Yes… but I want to be your lady, Alpha Luca.” “Who. Is. That?” Tyler interrupted, his stare fixed on the doorway. “What are you staring at?” I asked, following his gaze. It wasn’t a what but a who. Samantha, the woman I rescued. She looked sexy—and innocent—in the shimmering red silk satin dress she wore. It hugged her slender waist, and the wide, off-the-shoulder sleeves gracefully accentuated her neck and décolletage.

“Oh, we don’t know who yet, but it’s definitely going to be a rich man’s daughter, right Bettie?” “Of course. That’s what always happens in the end. The rich marry the rich, and they get richer.” “I… I need to go.” “Already? I thought you might want to chill with us for a while,” Leah said, her tone disappointed. “Sorry, I have work to do.” Samantha forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and exited the kitchen, forgetting the tea she came for. Back in her office, Samantha searched her handbag for her phone. Seeing no calls or message notifications, she let out a sigh of relief. She tossed her phone aside, opened her MacBook, and saw the trending topic on her browser.

His reason is he doesn’t have the right, so he just let me look like a fool, that I look like a home wrecker in the relationship between Yuichi and Samantha and he tolerates Yuichi and I’s situation. What a bunch of jerks. “But nothing will stop you from saying what you want to say and what you want to do, ma’am Christine.” I chose to stay away from Dylan and sit on the sofa. His reason and what he says are stressful. Every corner of this room was silent until the curtain was opened and Samantha was smiling. She was wearing a white ball gown in which she was also holding a white bouquet of flowers. “What do you think, Christine?” I was about to open my mouth but first I noticed the accumulat

Samantha was next to him, yawning as they carried on with their conversation. "Sir, I need to speak with you. It's urgent." I said to Sebastian, ignoring Samantha's glare. "Leslie! Can't even say hi to your sister?" Samantha asked, reaching for a hug. She looked as if she had completely forgotten everything that had happened in Scotland, plus anything before that. "Right, sorry." I gave her a quick hug before giving the woman in front of us an apologetic smile. "My apologies Miss..." "-Kameron Garcia." She shook my hand.

I would talk about going on a hunt for the perfect mother of my children but she was working for me all along. My secretary was the perfect fit. Her name was Samantha Logan, nicknamed Sam. I couldn't make this up. She grew up in a small town in Southern Georgia. So small, the biggest event of the year was a peach festival. Her father was a minister, mother a school teacher. She was my perfect little slice of pure Americana. A wonderful wholesome balance to the mighty level of f*cked up which I inherited.

Jonathan hated him and in the past that meant she hated him as well. Then, why had Orion Sharpe, CEO and billionaire, been the one to invite her specifically for a job interview? Entering the lobby of the large office building, Samantha tried to shake the nerves that she felt but it was difficult. She inspected her dress again from her reflection on the elevator. It was okay, right? She was second-guessing herself here. Mostly because she hadn’t even been the one to apply for this job. She had applied for almost every suitable position everywhere but in the Sharpe Group Chase Enterprises and her family’s company as well.

she asked. "Then, you should just die." With that, Bryce strode off coldly. Tears streamed down Samantha's face as she gazed at Bryce's heartless figure from the back. Even now, she still didn't understand where she'd lost. She wouldn't admit it, even if she did. After all, she was convinced that she was better than Holly. Samantha went back to the makeup artist to touch up her makeup after she ruined it by crying. She changed into a wine-red engagement dress before returning to the banquet hall.

Samantha said shrugging something from her mind. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow." "Yeah you too." Samantha said "Who was that?" Alexander asked. "A friend. She's actually back home." "I see, where did she go?" Alexander asked "She traveled to Los Angeles for an endorsement." "What is she an actress?" Alexander asked. "She's a model actually." Samantha replied. "So you want to hang out with her?" Alexander asked. "I'm just having lunch with her nothing more." Samantha replied. Alexander somehow had a bad feeling about her outing tomorrow but what could he say? She wasn't his prisoner.

I S A B E L L A ᥫ᭡ "𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙!" Samantha yells. I gasp in shock at her appearance. Last time I saw her she looked way more different. Samantha is Luciano's sister. They're nothing alike. Samantha has most of her mothers genes and Luciano has his fathers. Samantha has long beautiful blonde hair and Luciano doesn't. The only thing they have in common is their fathers gray eyes.

Samantha asks in a low tone as she leads the way upstairs. “I’ll leave at 8:30 latest. I really miss my kids.” Bobby answers in an equally low tone. “That’s what I told them during dinner,” Samantha says as she slowly opens the door to her room. She takes off her robe and goes to place it at the lower edge of her bed. She is wearing a short white silk nightdress which reveals her curvy body. She is walking toward the lamp when Bobby’s hands on her waist make her stop abruptly.