Romans & histoires Baroness Goes On A Strike

She stood in front of the mirror, lifting her chin with newfound confidence. She grabbed her beige pouch and walked out, her stilettos clicking with every step, a sound that made her feel like she was walking toward her future. At a high-end restaurant, Elise met her lawyer. She had waited all morning for Lucas, but her patience had worn thin. Rage bubbled inside her as she stormed to his office. Just as she reached the entrance, Lucas' assistant blocked her path. “Move,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous. He shook his head, smirking. “I’m afraid I can’t, ma’am.”

Enzo repeated, voice like ice. Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.” There was a long pause. Even some of the nobles gasped. A thousand? For me? Was he insane or just delusional? “She’s an Omega,” Ash muttered, deadpan. “Not a princess.” Baron lifted his goblet toward him. “She’s the most rebellious Omega you’ll find on this side of the land. Hard to tame, but maybe that’s what you are into.”

Baron continued, “By the way, what about our previous plan? The agreement to arrange Nadine’s marriage to Darren. Isn’t that a promise we need to fulfill? I’m sure it’ll bring great benefits to all of us.” Harison’s face tensed. Summoning all his strength, he uttered strained sounds, “Ah uh ah uh,” expressing his anger despite his inability to speak. Baron merely smirked, relishing the moment. “What do you think, my dear?” Baron glanced at Mrs. Harison, who responded with a sly smile. “Your husband is stubborn. I must admit, he was clever to bring Darren back and nearly ruin my plans.” Harison’s chest tightened with rage. He wanted to speak, but his words were trapped in his throat. His face

"When are you going to grow up? I'm already struggling to hold onto what little respect I have left for you. Stop making it harder. And while we're at it, are you still sulking over our relatio—" I'd had enough. I turned to her, glared, and growled, "Shut your trap already, or I'll have Baron throw you out himself." Hera froze. Baron? Baron Goldman? "You're unbelievable," she spat. "How delusional can you be? Was the price too much? Has it finally broken you? Don't you get it? I set that price because I wanted you to come back!" Before she could go on, someone across the room called out, "Is that Ms. Bishop?"

Then, Ava smiled at the seamstress as she had an idea to piss Marsh off even more for his lies. “Then, why don’t you just do it? I’m sure the baron will appreciate it like the men when I was walking down the aisle, don’t you think?” Ava said as the seamstress was looking at her. She hoped that Lady Ivashkov would be on her side as she wanted to get an upper hand on this as well.

“Anthony couldn’t even be bothered to answer your call.” Then, with exaggerated triumph, she pulled out her phone and dialed the same number. The call was answered almost instantly. “Honey! Come save me! Someone hit me at Leo’s school!” Anthony’s furious voice exploded from the speaker. “Who dared touch my woman? “Baby, don’t panic. I’m on my way right now!” She hung up and strutted toward me, arrogance written all over her face. “Sign the divorce papers later, take your pitiful alimony, and get lost.”

His aura was intimidating— But not to me, I am Susan— Susan Blackwell. I was going to go for him and i knew just where to find him. The bar— he was almost always there. Life of a single business man who barely had any work to do. Few minutes later i had arrived at the bar. The bar was dimly lit, filled with people murmuring about business deals, broken promises, and silent betrayals. As I walked in, The scent of expensive whiskey and desperation hit me. I sat at the counter, my fingers nervously tracing the body of my untouched glass of liqueur. I wasn’t here to drink, I was here to make a move. And then I felt it, the atmosphere had changed.

“Keep me informed about Lillian. Her movements, her moods, her plans. That is all I need from you now.” “And if I refuse?” Baron turned and frowned at her. “Then I will find someone who won’t. And you will just make an enemy of me for no reason.” He smiled again. Very coldly. “Think carefully doctor.” He left and shut the door behind him. Wanni stood alone in the hotel room, with her wine glass frozen in her hand. Then she threw the glass against the wall. And it shattered into a hundred pieces, with red wine dripping down like blood.

However, Caroline seemed relentless in her quest to disrupt my day. "I heard you got married to my crush," she continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I rolled my eyes, unable to fathom the immaturity of her words. "Seriously, what are you? Twelve?" And Caroline woukd grab Annabel hair and say, "How dare you marry Davis Howard huh? Who are you you rat?! Before the exchange could escalate further, a tall figure intervened, a broad-shouldered man imposing enough to command attention. "Alright, that's enough," he declared, his voice carrying authority.

"I've never seen you this excited for a Baron party." Annie entered from the door into the room and Sofia darted a look through the mirror back at her. She was dressed in a sheer burgundy gown that Oscar had bought for her back in Italy. If there was anything that the Barons were known for, it was how to throw a party. And tonight was officially the night that Aaron would take over the company. He would publicly announced as CEO and all the shares and stakes would be in his name. It was the moment everyone was waiting for and a time that could never be short of drama.