Barbara Stiles Novels & Stories

I want to listen to more of their conversation, but then I feel a tap on my shoulder, and an airy whisper near my cheek, “Grant, it’s so lovely that you’re here.” I turn to see Barbara standing there, a flirtatious smile on her lips. Her blonde hair is styled with curls falling around her shoulders. Her makeup is impeccable, if not a bit much, with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I don’t intend to glance down, but she steps toward me, practically thrusting her bosom under my nose, so I can’t help but notice how inappropriately low-cut her bright red gown is. Does this woman know what a viewing is?

Meanwhile, Barbara put on a facade, pretending that everything was fine and beautiful in her life, Deep down, however, she had a hidden agenda getting rid of Larissa, her boyfriend's ex wife, Barbara knew that if Larissa was out of the picture, she could gain the support of Stanley's wealthy grandfather, In order to carry out her sinister plan, Barbara had arranged to send a hitman to take Larissa out of the way, late one evening, in a room, Barbara nervously paced back and forth,

Barbara's salon had been accused of medical malpractice before. It was also the reason why she had been forced to go abroad for her studies. Summer Giles was the victim of her malpractice. She was also the daughter of the chairman of Giles Group. At that moment, Summer's father, Andrew Giles, was walking toward Barbara. Meanwhile, James, who was the culprit behind all this, was still putting on an act. "Turn it off! Who put this video on?" Barbara quickly hid behind him, using him as her support. James was the eldest son of the Chapman family, so his wedding was a huge affair and the center of attention for the upper circle. There were even people who livestreamed the event for clout. Theref

Allen explained, but Barbara crossed her arms with a sneer on her face. “She better not step foot into this house again after sleeping with her other boyfriend,” Barbra warned. “She would sleep outside. That's where whores belong. I thought you had some sensible girl with you. I have a lot of friends here in the United States with sensible, successful daughters, not some cheap slut.” “SHE IS NOT A SLUT!” Allen shouted and stomped out of the dining room to his room. “I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! COME BACK HERE!” Barbara yelled when she felt a sharp pain lance through her chest as though a red hot dagger was sent right into it; she screamed in agony, crashing to the dining floor alongside the glass

Tiger had seen Barbara’s new assistant and because he found her familiar, he had told Silas. So he gave a reminder. “It’s Madam Barbara’s younger sister who has just returned to the country.” Conrad immediately frowned, and thought about the picture that made him feel uncomfortable. “Is it Britney Thomas?” Fia has already responded first. “That young lady doesn’t appear to be too bad.” Silas thought about it and said, “Although Madam Barbara’s assistant doesn’t come into contact with any of the secrets, I don’t think it is too good for sisters to work together.”

Barbara's Pov Tristan's grip tightened around my throat but not enough to choke me, just enough to remind me he could. The cold brick wall pressed against my back as his gray eyes burned into me. Up close, they were even more terrifying like storm clouds about to break. “Barbara BlueMoon,” he repeated slowly. Who the hell is Barbara BlueMoon? My name is Barbara Wilson. Before I could correct him, Geoffrey barked out a laugh. “Well, that's interesting.”

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

JADE I can't pretend that I don't hear the hum of corporate gossip swirling around me in the cafeteria. Coffee and office gossip are my least favorite combination. I poke at my salad, my mind still drifting back to three days ago. I shouldn't care at all, but I can't get the image out of my brain. The way Barbara’s face turned white. It's the same look she wore the first time I caught her with a man who’s even older than Harold Vance. It was the day I learned her darkest secret—that she sleeps with ancient rich men for money.

she stammered, disbelief weaving through her words. He nodded, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. But for Sylvia, it was anything but ordinary. No one had ever washed her clothes before, especially not those stained from her monthly visitor. The thought alone sent a wave of embarrassment through her; how could he wash them without feeling repulsed? She always felt a profound sense of discomfort when dealing with her menstrual mess. It was easier to throw stained clothes away than to confront the shame and disgust associated with them. Memories flooded her mind, taking her back to high school, the moment that changed everything for her.