Baroness Goes On A Strike Novels & Stories

“Now go doll yourself up and put them on. The car will be there in an hour.” “I know you’re used to people doing exactly what you say, Baron,” I interrupt. “But I don’t work for you, and I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not putting anything on and you can’t make me.” “Wow, what a strong woman,” he replies mockingly. “You really think you’re tough, don’t you?” “I’m not doing it.” “You are doing it,” he growls. “Or I’ll kick you and your mother out of the house before the day’s over. How would you like living on the streets?”

Bella's POV I will not allow him to destroy the diner. I will also not marry Baron Maxwell! There has to be another way out of this. I know the restaurant has a lot of people in the community who love it, so I sent out a letter to everyone and asked them to help me save the diner. We will all march to Baron Maxwell's office. We will hand him a letter asking him not to destroy the diner. Norma and Cassie are helping me. I do not know if my father will like what we plan to do, as he does not want me interfering in other people's business. But this is something else. This is a diner that is very close to all of us. I cannot let it go. I cannot let somebody destroy it. We get responses from many

But she had never resented her. Callum gave a chilling giggle. “Oh, really? You’re telling me the little lady of the Carrington family, cast off to live among strangers and bullied with no one to help—you never held a grudge? Come on, you’re lying. Aren’t you, Miss Carrington?” ***

She glared at Baron, her voice low and menacing. "Where's my dad?" she demanded, her fists clenched at her sides. Baron chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, lamb, you're so predictable. Your father's...entertainment, for now." Aurelia's rage boiled over, and she launched herself at Baron, her fists flying towards his face. "Let me go!" she screamed, struggling against the men's hold. Baron raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "You're brave, I'll give you that. But foolish. You think you can take on me?"

I looked at the small boat, so plainly prepared for me, and I dove in without a moment's pause. A wave of dizziness hit me. Then, laughter erupted from the cruise. "Everyone, look! That idiot Ariana really jumped!" I looked up and stared at them in silence. The deck was crowded, but every face shared the same mocking expression. Bethany slowly raised a pair of scissors. Amid the jeering and my gaze, she snipped the rope linking the lifeboat to the cruise. "Stupid woman. Drift away on your own." The moment she spoke, I saw Terence rush over from behind.

Please. She stammers for a moment, her mind racing to come up with an answer. With a deep breath, she says, "I'm sorry, Baron. I can't say anything. I've seen how close you and Oswald are, and I didn't want to be the reason for any conflict between you. Please, understand." A mixture of disappointment and frustration crosses Baron's face, but before he can respond, Myra kisses him lightly on the cheek and starts walking away. With each step, all the facade falls off and she can't help but laugh at her accomplishment.

I can’t believe I didn’t guard that damn secret passage door. “I am to be the Luna Queen!” Barbara hollers. “How can I be seen in these worthless rags? They’re hardly worth burning in the castle furnace for heat!” She seems to have perfected the art of bellowing almost as effectively as Gene has. “These are made of the finest fucking silk!” screams Gene. No, he’s still the champion at bellowing. “I don’t give a fuck what they’re made of,” she says. “I’m not going to be caught dead in these drab colors and unflattering styles. I’ll need the royal seamstress to start from scratch.”

Annelyn bursts into laughter, and Berna quickly pulling her away. “What’s this? Oh my God.” “Just let them be,” she says wearily, “I’ve resigned, Berna, and I’m here to bid you farewell. I’m going back to the province. I don’t want to stay here anymore. Baron is causing trouble, and he hurt me earlier when he found out.” “Oh, he’s a damn jerk! That’s not right. He’s the one at fault for everything! Why don’t you tell Sir?”

my sister hisses, her voice cold and dangerous. “Or what?” Imogen asks. “What will you do?” “The howling pits aren’t far from here.” “Baron will have your head.” “Baron can kiss my ass too.” Simone laughs and gets up, dusting off the seat of her jeans as she does. “We don’t answer to Baron,” my bride says. “We answer to him.”

Ruby pounded on him with both fists, then spun around and stormed off. The manager quickly reminded her, "Miss Ruby, the gown you’re wearin…—" Ruby halted mid-stride, glaring down at the dress she had nearly walked out with. Furious, she stormed back into the fitting room, yanked it off, tossed it carelessly aside, grabbed her purse, and stomped out of the store. Just as she disappeared, Laura emerged from the fitting room. "Come on, Adora," she said. "Yeah." The manager hurried over with a fawning smile. "Miss Matthews, we just received our newest couture pieces. The ones fresh off the runway. Would you like me to bring them out for you to try?"