Author Margaret Way Novels & Stories

But no matter how difficult things were, Margaret had never been someone who gave up easily or accepted defeat. “I think it’s time to use the final move.” Margaret interlaced her fingers, her expression grave as she spoke. She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, piquing Arthur’s curiosity. “What move?” Margaret slowly lifted her head. “Break into Sebastian Corporation’s domestic headquarters and steal confidential documents, then leak them to the public.” Arthur’s pupils trembled in shock, so startled he nearly dropped the cup in his hand. Setting it down on the table, he looked at Margaret.

There is no way I'll follow your wicked plots just like last time. Yseah continued at her thought as she raised both of her arms to cover her face with the book she's currently reading. "Oh my, it seems like I have planted quite a tantrum at you when I recklessly ventured alone the labyrinth maze. That I am really sorry." claimed Margaret as retaining her beguile image. Yseah rolled her eyes without any hesitation- but only to be hidden into Margaret's sight with the book hindering Yseah's dainty face.

Margaret dismissed her quickly. Too quickly. Jack’s reaction had been tense as well. That bothered me. After Chloe left, I asked Margaret again. “Who is she?” “She’s someone who inserted herself into company matters during your absence,” Margaret said smoothly. “She’s been… ambitious.” Ambitious. That word didn’t fit the woman I had just seen crying in my hospital room. There was nothing calculated about her expression. She had looked wounded. I closed my eyes and tried to push harder into my memory.

His mother's words were ambiguous, but she was not like this before. Margaret got down from the car, stretched, and kneaded her waist with one hand. She said smilingly, "You? When have you accompanied me all these years? Now you’re saying you want to accompany me?" Her words embarrassed Ralph since he typically liked to play around. He would coax his mother with sweet words and occasionally buy little trinkets to make her happy. He figured Margaret loved listening to him talk and liked everything he bought anyway. However, he disliked accompanying women while they shopped, no matter how old they were.

The man who sent six-word texts and treated me like a transaction. “You don’t believe me,” Margaret said, watching me closely. “But I’ve known him since he was a boy. And I can tell you — there’s more to him than most people see.” I didn’t know how to respond to that. “Sometimes,” she continued gently, “people like him… they just need to be loved right.” My chest tightened. “Margaret—” “I’m just saying,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “You’re good for him. Anyone with eyes can see that.”

“Let’s leave them alone for a while, shall we?” Margaret’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Sure. Besides, I planted a little gadget in their home to notify me if there was trouble amiss.” Freya tossed her head back in full bellied laughter. “I did the same.” They laughed and hugged each other before getting serious again. “Do you want me to help you dispose of Louella?” Margaret asked. “I reserve that pleasure for myself, thanks.” “I know she was a wicked thing, but you seem to have a deep rooted hate for her that goes beyond what she’s done,” Margaret mused aloud.

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Bella POV Margaret looked between us, her gift bag hanging limp from her fingers now, and for the first time she looked less like a woman making a social call and more like what she actually was — a woman who had bet on the wrong daughter and was only now beginning to understand the full cost of it. She left without another word, her heels clicking against the pavement, her spine perfectly straight all the way to her car, because Margaret Hart would not give anyone the satisfaction of watching her crumble in a daycare parking lot.

Bridgette’s POV Margaret was a beautiful woman—she was tall, long-legged, and tightly proportioned. She looked as though she hadn't aged a day past forty, and when she smiled, like she was doing now, she looked way younger. It almost took my breath away. "Aaron has been a blessing, honestly. He's like the rainbow after a storm, you know. I didn't think I'd get a second chance, but I did," she answered, reaching out to hold me.

She stepped into the room with her hands on her hips and looked around, clicking her tongue. “My, you’re just as troublesome as I remember,” she cooed. “You were always a stubborn little brat.” “What did you do to Julie?” I ground out. Margaret simply shrugged. “What should have been done long ago. That bitch has been a thorn in my side for years.” “A thorn in your side?” I scoffed. “What, because she tried to stop you from using black magic?” “Precisely.” Margaret’s lips curved. “You’re only nearly as stupid as you look, I guess.”