Arthur Miller Novels & Stories

“All of it. Right now. In this building that your father in law built on a street that bears the name of the family you spent thirty years dismantling from the inside.” I looked at him. “And don’t you dare tell me the time isn’t right.” My father looked at the photograph of his living wife. Then he looked at me. And for the first time in my life, I watched Arthur Miller, the most prepared man I had ever known, open his mouth with absolutely nothing ready to say.

"David sent me a letter. He told me about Richard Miller. He told me about the company you destroyed. He told me the only reason he married me was to get revenge on you." The color drained from Arthur's face. He did not touch the letter. He just stared at me with an expression I had never seen before. Guilt. Raw and undisguised. "It is true," I said. It was not a question. Arthur leaned back in his chair. He looked old suddenly. "Richard Miller was a competitor. His company was smaller than mine, but he was gaining ground. He was aggressive. Ruthless. I saw him as a threat." "So you destroyed him."

It's like I've stepped back in time. I make my way to what looks like a formal dining room, taking in the luxurious drapes pooling on the floor and the enormous crystal chandelier sparkling over the massive dining table. My eyes pan right and I stop, suddenly drawn to the fireplace mantle. Above it is what looks like a family portrait and as I take a few steps closer, I instantly spot him. Atticus.

Determination and anger etched onto his face. I didn’t know how I found the strength but suddenly, I was standing right in front of him, my hands holding his shoulders to calm him down. “Please, not here. Not like this. Millie is right here. The pack members are all here.” He turned an incredulous gaze on me. I swallowed hard. “Dalton, I need you to calm down.” Dalton didn’t answer. His eyes slid down to Millie who was beaming at the warriors fake fighting, completely oblivious to what was going on between us.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

His voice barely above whispers as he steps down the stairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. "The marriage will hold." "Congratulations Miss Daisy for winning my son's heart." Mr Gilbert Roberto said, as he shook Daisy Hunter's hand smiling gleefully. "Gilbert! What's the meaning of this…"

Arthur. Mr. Arthur had no idea that Thorne, despite his towering height of 1.88 meters, was cunning and scheming. When Thorne provoked him, Mr. Arthur immediately patted his chest and said, "I don't believe that Miss Fletcher is so capable. I will steal her project." Thorne smiled and said nothing, he would take the opportunity to teach the Miller family a solid lesson. Only then would the Miller family stop their ambition of swallowing up the Fletcher family. The matter came to an end, but Lady Miller stepped in to mediate, “Arthur, you and your elder brother's bet, we were all witnesses. You must strive to defeat the Capital the Fletcher family, which is also the unanimous goal of our Mill

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."