Addison Montgomery Private Practice Novels & Stories

"They're in storage and haven't seen the light of day as I said, for years. It would take one of the paralegals at least a day to locate them." I clamped my lips together. "I'm not leaving." His head tilted apologetically to the side. "Laide, I would if I could. You don't have access." "What do you mean, I don't have access? I'm Adelaide Montague Fitzgerald. I'm joint heir to Charles Montague II with my daughter, Alexandria." "Dear, we've established who you are." "As I said two months ago, you will show me those papers or I'll take Montague's business somewhere else..." I tried to recall the name of the new firm in town. Surely they'd be happy to gain the Montague business. "Preston, Madden

Montgomery decided to announce it, which took me in shock. “Thank you, Dr.” That was all I could say as I personally left my office and met him in the corridor to formally thank him for all his help. He took a glance back at Courtney’s room and sighed. “This family is just too selfish! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have lasted long in here.” Oh… So, that’s what happened. Dr. Montgomery had been our family doctor for years. Aside from terrible remarks he must have gotten from them, Glenda's presence probably agitated him the most.

It's a good thing that the mansion was wide, probably no one heard what her crazy friend had said. "Kidding!" she took back. "Or could've been no. Just tell it to me, Blythe. I will have you educated, I can also lend you my lingeries. Just give me the address." "Claudia, that would be the last thing I will do in here. My boss is a respected man, and he would never do things like that with me. Now, why did you call?" "It's about your mama." It's Addison's voice this time. "Her doctor brought her into the operating room now, and the professional doctors from abroad who will perform her surgery have arrived now."

My great-great-grandfather is probably rolling in his grave right now. I take a deep breath and look down at my contract. No point in dragging this out. I knew what I was getting into when I walked through the doors this morning. I pull the paper closer and scribble down the signature I practiced a hundred times last night: Addison Thomas. Addison Thomas is twenty-four and, according to her resume, has a degree in Hospitality and Tourist Management. She's spent the last two years working at a resort down on the coast (where she received the Gold Customer Service Award last year) and has special training in "Customer Loyalty Administration" and "Trip Planning Assistance."

My stomach growled as I realized I hadn’t eaten all day and I was beginning to become ravenous. Dr. Davis stopped in front of a small group of people. Two men and a woman who looked relatively middle-aged. “Hannah, this is Dr. Edison, Dr. Lynol, and Dr. Montgomery,” Dr. Davis introduced. My eyes widened as I stared at the woman that I have read so much about. Dr. Rachel Montgomery. My number one idol and the dean of the Bluemoon medical academy. Not to mention the luna of the Bluemoon Pack’s alpha, George Montgomery.

This was the scene I’d imagined when I said “in person, with alcohol, and maybe a defibrillator.” “The bitter news,” I said, opening my eyes. “I need to tell you the extra background about my fiancé.” Hazel raised a brow. “As long as it’s not ‘he has three secret wives in Texas’, I can probably handle it.” Rhea inched toward me like a cat sensing the scent of gossip. “How close are we talking?” she asked. I rolled the ring with my thumb. Once. Twice. Then locked it. “Adrian Montgomery,” I began, my tone light, almost like a client presentation. “Is a very good man. Programmer, financially stable, emotionally literate, loves my kid, and just officially asked to spend the rest of his life with

I paused and contemplated whether I should tell her about the divorce or keep it to myself until I talk to Xavier. “Actually what, Ade? Are you again trying to hide something from me?” She raised her brow. “Mom, it’s nothing like..” I was cut off in mid-sentence as we heard loud clicking of heels on the floor. We turned our heads in the direction of the entrance door. Addison walked inside in her signature style, swaying her hips and chin raised. She was dressed elegantly with a heavy layer of makeup. How could someone groom themselves like this on daily basis?

Jo’s POV Donovan let me in first in the room before closing the door. He pointed out a chair before starting the camera to record my answers. “We are here recording the testimony of Josephine Jackson for the case number 258903, the investigation is to determine if Attorney Alex Montgomery broke the conduit and if he is fit to continue to practice Law. My heart skipped a beat hearing Donovan’s words. I couldn’t let this happen, I couldn’t let Alex lose his career and have his name trashed. I had to put on my A game.

The fact that he still couldn’t bring himself to say Ostara’s name, new or old, told me everything I needed to know. Robert spoke up then, his voice respectful but steady. “With all due respect, sir, Ms. Montgomery’s claim is not based on emotion. It’s based on operational reality.” Mr. Montgomery turned toward him slowly. “I beg your pardon?” Robert sat up straighter. “I’ve been doing more than my share of work, handling clinics and hospitals beyond St. Xavier’s because I want what’s best for the patients. But it’s unsustainable. My brother might have done it for the name and fame, but I’m not willing to deal with incompetent superiors like he was. Montgomery Hospitals and Clinics needs som

The look on her face wasn't exactly pleasant. “What?” Sophia asked in a passive-aggressive tone. “It's Addison.” Tammy's hand were shaking. “Out with it, what happened to Addy?” “She was rushed to the hospital. Her teacher said she was pushed from a swing set.” “What?” was the only word Sophia could utter. She turned the key into the ignition and made her way to the Walton hospital.