Barbra Dawson Novels & Stories

"Why should you be ashamed? After all, Bara's judgment is never wrong. If she chooses you to be her wife. Then we will accept you with open arms." For some reason, when Nayya heard Diana's words. He dared to look at Diana's face and there he could see that his mother-in-law was indeed different from what he had imagined. "Oh yes! I forgot to introduce myself. Remember that this beautiful woman in front of you is called Diana Ross Barkely, mother of Albara Demian Dominic. Your beloved husband," Diana teased. Hearing the words and temptations of her mother-in-law made Nayya more comfortable when she was close to her mother-in-law.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE DANTE’S POV A VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY The older woman paces across my office like a storm wrapped in couture, every movement radiating fury. Even angry, Barbara Washington looks immaculate, dressed head-to-toe in limited-edition Maison Valentino, pearls gleaming at her throat while rage darkens her elegant features. She looks nothing like the woman the world sees on red carpets beside her husband or hosting charity galas with a fabricated smile. That version of Barbara is carefully manufactured, polished so hard until it’s so flawless nobody stops to question what exactly the Washington family keeps hidden behind their billions. This version of her though? This is the real B

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

She doubles as the only female child in the family of Mr and Mrs Lawson. Becky has a great personality. She studied business administration at Lagos State University and is currently undergoing her Master's programme at University of Abuja. Mr and Mrs Lawson have a joint business enterprise called "The Lawson's Enterprise". They deal in importation, wholesale and retail of electronics. As the only female child, she could demand for anything and she would get it on a gold plaatter. Of course, this made her a spoilt

I scrolled to the caption to read what was written. "Zara Okafor, 24, and billionaire business mogul Aminu Garba, 32, have allegedly started a relationship after the billionaire allegedly left his baby mama Jasmine Mwangi, 28, for her. According to the information gathered from a reliable source, Zara allegedly seduced and manipulated Mr Garba into leaving his ex-fiancee and child just to get his money as she had a poor background and wants to experience the billionaire lifestyle. It has also been alleged that Zara Okafor has also been having an affair with Mr Garba's younger half brother, Patrick Garba, 30."

label on her beer, “Tell me something about yourself, Darlin’.” My eyes moved up and met hers. She exhaled and looked up at the roof of the porch, “Well, I have 2 siblings, Benny and Tallon-“ I patted her leg and interrupted her, “No, I wanna know your likes and dislikes. I want to know what makes you feel the prettiest. Who you call when you have had a bad day and if you prefer hot wings over Lemon pepper wings.” She giggled and pressed her beer to her lips taking a sip and set it between her legs, “I like anything to do with the ocean. Not just the white sandy beaches of the gulf or the crystal clear water, I like the deep dark abyss of it. The open nothingness. I strongly dislike anyone

He suggested. “Nah, I’m exhausted.” “Oh come on Arthur Murray, we all know you aren’t one to get tired that easily or even shy away from a challenge. What would you tell your people when they hear their Alpha refused a fight from a mere person like me?” Dennis pushed further. He knew I hated for my ego to be trampled on. “Go on, use me. Use me and cool off the steam. I know you are craving for a real fight and not some training equipment.”

And I have heard from Barbra that she lifts the spirit of the whole office with her smile, easy laugh and those homemade cookies she brings every wednesday. There have been a few interviews for the position as my PA and the last one, Miss Sanders, was perfect in every way. She had all qualifications and experience for working with high positioned executives. She was also beautiful with her deep brown eyes and auburn hair. I could also see that she was more than willing to do anything for me. And that's where she failed.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Teaching was my one private anchor while I fulfilled my obligation here. “He doesn’t expect me to just sit idle while waiting for him to die, does he?” Ronald glances at me. “Harsh. But you could always work at the company instead.” My shoulders stiffen. I don’t reply. Ronald knows better than to push. We enter the dining hall. He leans in. “Barbara is furious with you.” “I know exactly how to cool her down.” My mother storms toward me, eyes blazing. Even in her fifties, Barbara Davenport still looks like she could command a boardroom and a runway in the same breath. Tall, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pinned with precision.