Romans & histoires Baroness Goes On Strike Ch 1

Logan flexed his fist, and walked out “So this is what you do. When one man doesn’t go as planned you hop to another.” “You are a fine one to talk. None of this would have happened if you would have thought of it before kicking me out of the car.” Emily said before she entered the car, slamming the door. *** Mrs. Miller stomped into the villa, handing her purse and shawl over to the housekeeper. “Who invited that vermin?” she hissed, venom dripping from every word, as Mr. Miller walked into the house. “What vermin?” Mr. Miller asked, baffled.

then the call was cut off. Lynda approached Allexin and Mia, "Guys, I have to go back, the young master called me, I think he needs something," Lynda said, "You guys just keep playing, don't mind me, I'll go first. Bye!" Lynda waved Mia and Allexin off to return to the Nelvan Mansion. "Does this young master really have no feelings? It's the weekend, but why is he telling her to go back to work?" said Allexin looking over Lynda's shoulder as she walked away, Mia shrugged, not understanding how she could be in Lynda's position right now.

When Brandon drops me into a chair in the living room and bends to remove the glass from my feet, the chairwoman and several of the servants have rushed down to see what the cause of the noise is. He yells for one of the maids to bring a first aid box, and for another to bring a glass of brandy which he forces down my throat before attending to my cuts.

If I were to mark her now, she may become fearful of me. I watch the blood flow from my arm unto her face. Mine.. I cannot control the growls that escape from my mouth. IF I were even a second late…. I would have lost her forever. First, I have to take her back to the cave and light a fire. Her body is cold and moon goddess only knows hoe long she has been outside. Chapter 78 -Baron Penin- Head of Peon village

"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.

But every word he spoke buzzed with static. Lies! All lies! The shaman realized something was wrong and checked the spilled liquid on the ground. "This... this has a powerful confusion spell on it!" she exclaimed. "Someone tampered with the water!" A wave of pain, sharp and primal, ripped through me. It was a pain I knew instinctively. "The baby..." I gasped, clutching my stomach. "The baby is coming!" Rhys's face filled with terror. "Quick! Get a doctor!" Seraphina’s POV

My back was still half-bare, the dress clinging stubbornly around my waist, refusing to move higher. I should have turned away. Should have pulled it up, covering myself, breaking this spell. But I didn’t. I couldn't. Why? I didn't know. Nelson’s lips parted slightly, as he swallowed. His Adam’s apple throbbing out as though he were struggling to breathe. His hesitation was thick in the air, combating with the silence that hung in the room. The soft ray of the light illuminated his face, his handsome features traumatizing my sight once more. 'Oh no! Not now, dear Lord.'

Sage I stepped in beside Dominic, still trying to identify the strange new weight settling into my body, when Lady Baron appeared in the corridor ahead of us, clearly waiting, clearly intent on something I doubted either of us would enjoy. "Still," she said, voice tight with barely restrained fury, "you would deny me justice?" Her body had coiled into something tense and ready, and I could see, even from several feet away, the visible effort it took her to keep herself from lunging.

She pulled me away back to the taxi, and as we left, I turned to see Baron looking at us with the iciest glare ever, he looked like he could rip Celine into pieces, but as usual, Celine did not seem to give a fuck. She held the door open for me and let me in. As she turned to enter the car too, she raised her middle finger to Baron and mouthed, 'fuck you.' As the driver started the car, I heard a loud, angry growl coming from where Baron stood with his men, and I could tell it was Baron's. "He sounds pretty mad," I laughed as the car drove off. "Well then, mission accomplished," she replied with a shrug and laughed too.