Baroness Goes On A Strike Novels & Stories

But to my surprise, she simply stared at me. It was an empty gaze, something you'd give a toy you could no longer use. I could sense no feelings from her at all. Then she made a sign to the bandit, touching her ear. What was going on? “It's muted, Boss.” The bandit said. I swallowed, “Boss?” My throat was parched and strands of hair stuck to my face. “You think you could trap my husband with a filthy child?” Miranda said, rising to her feet. “I didn't…”

,she said to herself,”this woman can drive me knots”. “Hello ladies”,the baroness addresses both of them,smiling sweetly as Celine hugged her. Arabella also came to hug her . “How are you doing ma'am?" She said, “I am fine ,thank you Arabella," the baroness said. “What brings you here?”She asked.

Julian repeated, this time emphasizing the word ‘ex’. “That’s none of your business.” The truth was she didn’t have the appetite to eat because all she heard were complaints from her mother-in-law, Cecilia, at the dinner table. No matter how delicious the food was, she couldn’t swallow it, and she had no desire to eat anymore after having a small bite.

Baron smriked at me "For someone who doesn't want to invite war to his doorstep, you sure do know how to get a reaction from someone" My mind travelled back to that petite human being who is stealing from me. "what did you do that wench who stole from me?" "Sandra?" Baron asked rhetorically "She is in the abandoned warehouse, awaiting you for her punishment" Three hundred cartons means nothing to me. It won't stop me from answering a billionaire. It's the fact that she thinks she can pull a wool over my eyes that fucking annoys me. "Make sure she is untouched. The worst form of punishment is anticipation. She is going to worry each day, thinking and questioning herself about when I will come

The baroness opened the door for herself, and Cassey mentally panicked, thinking she made another grave sin. “Why are you panicking? Do I scare you?” “Sorry Baroness, I am just--- I mean no, you do not scare me.” The baroness sat gracefully on a wooden chair with her brows highly raised “It is true, Baroness.” “Madame.” “It is true, Madame. You do not scare me, but the situation does.” “How long has it been since you felt truly free with your actions?” “I have never been free, Madame. I have always been watching closely with my actions, although I admit that sometimes, I am just too lazy to change my bad vices and actions, which made the restrictions useless.”

The two women I had just flushed squealed in shock as they had not expected that I would have the audacity to flush them as well. "Do you realize what you are doing?" snapped Leona. "I really can't take it anymore, Nicole quickly call your grandfather and make this insolent woman pay dearly for what she did to us." Maria replied quickly, "Yes, make sure she becomes a bum on the street because she can't find a job anywhere. How could she treat her senior and Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter like this?"

“You said no to me. No one says no to the Frasers. It’s not acceptable. Anyway, you have twenty-four hours. Call me when you’re ready to sell.” Emma rose to leave, but Barron’s desperation made him grab her shoulder. “Mrs. Fraser, please, this is the only thing I have-” The crack of her slap echoed across the room. Her bodyguard shoved him to the ground as Rainee gasped, covering her mouth with trembling hands, her tears blurring the scene. “How dare you touch me?! Do you know how expensive this dress is? Your entire year’s revenue wouldn’t even cover half of it. And now it reeks of garlic.”

“Come for me one more time, Miss Sinclair, and I won't play it safe with you.” Still, her body jerks in a mocking laugh. “You have everything to lose. Your company. Family. And name.” She sticks her fingers out as she counts. “For my bestie, I’d be gentle. But don't you pull this cheap stunt ever again and make me look like some cheap whore.” Her tone is cold. “I'm passed that stage of lusting over a hot billionaire psycho. Grow the fuck up, Baron.” With that, she marches towards the door.

And with all those burdens in her heart, she missed Dalton too even if she wouldn't accept it. The fear that she might never see him again also clung to her heart, and caused an ache that refused to go even if she tried to wade the thoughts away. It brought near tears to her face too because it was too sad for her to handle the turmoil her life was going through. She just had to be strong. Back at the Millers mansion were extravagant and opulent preparations for the anniversary which was being supervised by Eleanor Miller, who was now officially working with Hamilton to get evidence against Ariana.

"Even if you're the Madre, you don't get to pull a gun on him for no reason. You're challenging the Don's authority." I looked at her and couldn't help but laugh. I raised my hand, ready to slap her, but Domenico, who had been silent until now, caught my wrist. "Basta, Valentina Rossi! Stop causing a scene. We were only discussing work." His gaze turned cold when he looked at me. "You can't throw a tantrum whenever you please." Then he shoved me forcefully, sending me stumbling into the table's sharp corner. Blood trailed down my forehead, blurring my vision.