Baroness Goes On Strike Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I stepped toward him, anger boiling over. However, before I could get close, Nancy blocked my path. "Joshua, are you done making a scene? If you're not, you can keep going, but we're leaving." She yanked off her black mourning dress and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. As Gilbert walked past, he deliberately stepped on it, then glanced back at me, his eyes full of open provocation. My whole body trembled. The next second, I lunged forward and drove my fist straight into his face.

AVERY’S POV: As the door closed behind her, I returned to the endless stack of documents. Contracts. Financial breakdowns. Threat assessments. I picked at my food between pages—spoon in one hand, red pen in the other—until a quiet knock broke through the quiet. “Come in,” I said without looking up. The door creaked open, and Baron stepped in. He wasn’t dressed like he’d gone to sleep. In fact, he looked like he hadn’t even thought of it. His sleeves were rolled, his posture straight—but his eyes showed hesitation and thoughts.

“What are you doing?” I jolted out of shock, pulling away from the kiss with Baron. Fear immediately seized me as my brain recognizes the voice even before I turn to see the face. “What does it look like she’s doing, Mister?” Baron’s tone was challenging. “She does not belong to you!” Ben threw a challenging glare right back. Baron erupted in a mirthless, mocking chortle. “Yeah? Tell that to the Moon Goddess, fella.” “Baron please.” I begged, knowing how much of in trouble I was in that moment.

If I was going to be respected more. “Where’s your maid?” Baron walked in with a tray of food and drink. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of black shorts and plain white Tee. He had gone to freshen up, while I was still in my clothes I’d worn to school this morning. “I don’t know where she is, and I don’t care honestly.” I was tired of Melissa’s attitude, she could be anywhere for all I cared. Right down this minute, I did not care anymore. “Where do you think she’s gone to?” He inquired, dropping the tray on the bed.

But still, I wasn’t ready. Baron was behind a woman, bare and moving inside her. Some other random she-wolf was under him. Her blonde hair spilled across the sheets as he squeezed her breasts in his palm. I turned my face away from the sight. He rolled his head slowly when he saw me. "Ah. The mute has arrived." The woman underneath him laughed. She glared at me like I was dirt, and at that moment, I felt worse than dirt. Baron didn’t slow down. If anything, he picked up the pace and fucked them harder.

“Enough feeding the servants dog food… The Master and Madam wants to see you both inside.” “Thank you, Mr. Woods. We'll join you soon,” Harry replied, pulling her close by holding her waist. Haley slapped his hand off. Urgh! Would she be commiting a crime if she hired goons to beat him up? “Please be fast. They're waiting.” The Butler hurried away. Haley sighed. She needed to be calm. To pass through this smoothly, she must always keep her goal in mind. She'd spent two weeks fighting and nothing changed.

“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.

I nodded once and said lightly, “That was all I wanted to know.” Then I sat back down. The whispers followed me. “Who is he?” “Disgusting.” “He must be one of them.” Baron tried to continue, but his voice cracked. His hands trembled as he turned the pages of his Bible. “Let us read from John chapter eight,” he said, his tone forced. “Verses ten and eleven.” He hesitated, swallowed, and continued. “‘When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? Hath no man condemned thee?’”

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

“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.