Angela On For Better Or Worse Novels & Stories

Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale. "You are fired Miss Angela Horan, you will no longer be my personal assistant." He said this in a calm yet ice cold tones. He said it slowly as if devouring the taste of his own voice. Angela was shook, "No please don't do this to me, You can't do this to me!" she was so frustrated by the turn of events that she had raised her voice without realizing it. Caelum looked at her, his lips curled into an evil smile "I can ruin your life by just snapping my fingers, so u better not raise your voice Goldie Locks."

Ooh, now we know why there is so much resentment towards Owino. He ruined her life, she spent her days sobbing, Angela hid her from public, she covered her face with hijab whenever she left the house, depression killed her slowly. She missed the biggest gig of her life, Angela had to chip in for her, she won the contest and spend all the cash on her therapy Angela stood up and cleaned the utensils, the clatter of dishes and clinching of cutleries were loud that drove across the rooms which sent chills down Amanda’s spine, she woke up, and calmed her down.

As Eliza got home, she took a long shower to clear her mind, but that did not help one bit. *** It’s the next day, and Angela is pacing back and forth in her room, monitoring the news channel. She rubbed her hair stressfully. Why did bad things keep happening to her? Although she managed to get rid of every possible piece of evidence, she was still nervous that they might find something in relation to her. Yes, she was the one who killed the waiter.

He seemed to be going to say this, and said hurriedly, "Yes, do you know?" "I know." Benedict deliberately interjected, because he was afraid that his sister would miss her mouth. This guy had no brains. Maybe Charles would ask a few more questions, and he would tell Aunt Stacy Stacy it was Angela's business. Angela, who was sitting next to Benedict, was not calm. The disguised calmness finally showed cracks. She had mood swings, not because she couldn't let Charles go, but because she was unwilling to have anything to do with her again. As Benedict said, she was reborn, and there was no such man named Charles in the reborn world.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to get angry when she saw the lovely smile on Rebecca's face. Angela shook her head in resignation as she said, "I don't know if your personality is good or bad, but you certainly won't lose anything when dealing with outsiders."

Rose asked Angela. Angela nodded without looking at the dress. Seeing her reaction Bella and Rose looked at her being confused. "Angela, aren't you happy?" Bella asked her. "Look, you can share everything with us," Rose said to her. Angela wanted to tell them that he is not a good person like they think. She wants to tell them that he is a murderer. But she can not do this. She knows if she opens her mouth she will lose them. "Yes. I am not happy" Angela said.

The atmosphere and the booze made him confused for a moment. I pulled out the phone from my bag and pretended not to be affected by the way his towering presence over me made my knees shake. “Hello?” “Have you seen the news?” Angela was using a strange number to call, but I could pick her voice out of a crowd. I was just that used to it. “Your dearest husband won't be yours for much longer anyway," she went on before I could process what she meant. “I always knew he was going to find someone better and be with them. You aren't worthy of the Harrington status at all. It's better if you give up now."

His laugh was soon interrupted as they spotted Angela making her way over to them. “Not today.” Daniel and Jake groaned in annoyance simultaneously. An deadly scowl made it’s way to Tomiwa’s face and she clenched her fists. “Hey guys” Angela chirped when she reached them, ignoring the presence of the girls. “ How’s it going?” “It’s going great.” Daniel mumbled. “Yeah.” Jake muttered. “Dan.” She turned to Daniel with a sweet smile. “ I hope your party will be a blast. Because I plan to have the best time of my life tonight.”

"Khloe, I know… there were personal grudges between us in the past, but—" Angela finally summoned the courage to speak. Halfway through, however, her words faltered. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "But now you're the CEO of Morrison Group. You should keep public and private matters separate. Don't you think so?" Seeing Angela flustered and her voice tremble like that, Khloe found it almost amusing. The goddess-like teacher who had once dominated the campus, the alluring woman who had driven Trey to lose his reason—this pitiful figure was now so ugly she barely recognized her.

Angela's gaze turned hard instead. " Watch your tongue, Mr. Aicher. I haven't allowed you to pry into my personal affair and it would be better if you stay in your limit with me. I don't need to hear who and what my ex-husband is from anyone, least from a fraud like you. And I am not that easy to manipulate either. So it would be better if you use your poor manipulation skills somewhere else," Angela sounded harsher than she meant. But she didn't regret it. She didn't have a high opinion of Nickaulas but she also wouldn't allow some outsider to demean him in front of her. She was married to him once. Also, if they thought they can manipulate her by bringing her failed marriage into picture t