Ann Marie Foster Novels & Stories

“Tell me you found something useful.” There was a pause. “Um… I'm guessing that the meeting didn't exactly go as planned?” “Just say what you wanted to say,” I hissed. “As you may know, I've been watching those Foster's fucked-up recordings,” he started. “I was about to throw my laptop out the window, but then… Foster started to talk about his investigation. It turns out, he was looking for that girl, Armando Valentino's daughter. Of course, most of the recording is just senseless rumbling, but then he started to talk about the fire at the orphanage…”

James watched as Evangeline dropped the pretense and decided he would do the same. "Alright, I'll lay it out for you. The name's Foster, as in from the northern Foster Group empire. Evangeline is my niece. "Keep stirring the pot, and I won't hesitate to have you slaving away at a sewing machine for the next few decades. And if you fancy a more 'special' kind of hardship, say, missing a limb or two? I'm your guy."

"This goes beyond our personal grievances, Mrs. Johnson. My foster mother has been my guiding light, my rock. She selflessly raised me, working multiple jobs and sacrificing her own well-being to provide me with opportunities. Now, when she needs me the most, I can't stand idly by and watch her suffer. Please, find it in your heart to help us." As I spoke, memories of my foster mother flooded my mind, each one etched with love and gratitude. I recalled the late nights she spent working overtime, her tired eyes and weary smile, all for my sake. She had believed in me when no one else did, supporting me through every obstacle and setback. Her unwavering faith had fueled my determination to suc

Dove furrowed her brows and sat on the bed. “ It's not like we killed that Daemon ” Dove said bitterly. “ Let's just celebrate with them, I mean it's their first festival in three years, right? Amaria ” Teresa said, looking at Amaria but she didn't reply, she wasn't even listening to them. She was lost in her thoughts as she stared out the window, watching the people celebrate with bright smiles on their faces. “ Amaria? ” Teresa called again, Amaria flinched and turned back, Teresa shook her head and asked, “ what's wrong? ”

Amora Foster showed a proud smug with her arms crossed. Naturally, she had already looked into Mandy Zimmer’s situation beforehand. Not only did she know of Mandy and Harvey York’s relationship, she understood the things that Mandy had to deal with at the moment. The Foster family showed the utmost sincerity. They had given Mandy a deal that she could never hope to decline. Amora knew that no matter how conceited Mandy was, she would have no choice but to give in.

"And I will make sure they suffer for every ounce of pain they've caused my family." With his plans set in motion, Mr. Foster leaned back in his chair, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he relished the challenge. For Mr. Robert Foster was not a man to be trifled with, and woe betide anyone who dared to stand in his way. Especially the one who dared to make his beloved wife have an illegal son. +++TIME SKIP+++ Back at Brianna’s room

If Maisie wants to start a fight, I’ll be more than happy to oblige. I could tell from her gaze that she could sense I had changed; I wasn’t a pushover anymore. That’s because I never was. “Raina, it’s one thing you aren’t welcome here, but why are you interfering in my business?” She snorted. “Pardon me, it’s just that as Mrs. Foster, I have to ensure my staff are treated with utmost respect,” I mocked her. “How dare you snatch Dominic Foster? He is mine, he always will be!” The obsessiveness in her tone was astonishing.

I demanded, my eyes narrowing as I evaluated his lack of tactical armor. The intruder flashed a flawless, polite smile, bowing his head with practiced underworld etiquette. "My identification is Kieran Foster. I am Joanna’s direct cousin and the designated heir to the Foster syndicate lines. I should have presented my credentials to the Whitmore bloodline sooner, but my schedule has been entirely consumed by our internal family restructuring."

But her eyes still held intelligence, and when she spoke, her voice carried the careful precision of someone who'd decided cooperation was her best option. “My real name is Maria Santos,” she began, glancing between Killian, me, and the federal prosecutor who'd arranged this meeting. “I'm twenty-six years old, from Barcelona. I've been working as an actress for eight years.” “When did Eleanor Wolfe contact you?” the prosecutor asked. “She didn't. Not directly.” Maria's hand moved to rest on her belly. “I was hired through a talent agency in Madrid. They said an American production company needed someone for a private performance. Rich family drama, they called it.”

Maybe I should ask some of the guys I'd helped interrogate how the body responded to such things. A few months ago, when I learned everything about my best friend/sister and the monster she'd been married to, I'd had to ferret out moles in my own line of the organization. Foster had been so helpful in that area. Foster. The Asshole. He was so fucking pretty and so fucking annoying. Bossy. Bitchy. Other than his dick, I didn't really like him. But what he did with his dick...damn. That man rocked my world in ways I didn't even know it moved.