Baroness Goes On Strike Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 9 The nurse's eyes widened at the implied threat. She opened her mouth to respond, then seemed to think better of it. Instead, she picked up the card with newfound care and stood. "I'll... I'll take this to Dr. Chen. He's the chief of surgery, second in command. Wait here." As she hurried away, Dante moved to stand beside Ravyn. "That was intense," he said quietly. "I've never seen you pull the Whisper_119 card quite that hard."

This is sure to come back and bite them in the a*s. Jameson: [Elizabeth, we had a contract. You need to come back and help us resolve these issues.] Jameson must really have quite an impressive set of balls on him to be so arrogant. Elizabeth: [You should have already received notification from my lawyer. I will not be assisting your organization in any capacity ever again.] I stared at the minibar from across the room, tempted to fix myself a drink, but I chose to resist the urge. Needing a distraction, I grabbed the novel I had stashed under the pillow and curled up in the bed for some reading.

She cried. Baron laughed. "Sorry, pumpkin. But, you don't control me. I control you. You'll do everything I ask you to do" "No! Never again! You don't own me!" Anne barked. Baron's eyes went cold, his smirk was gone, replaced by a more lethal look. Anne knew she was in trouble and she braced herself for it. He grabbed a whip, ripping off her shirt from her body and began to whip her. Anne screamed and cried as she was whipped until she passed out.

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.

The Baron refused to rise from the floor, waiting for Roselyn, who stood near the fireplace, to utter a single word. However, she merely pulled her gown’s shawl tighter around herself, folding her arms across her chest. Noticing this, Kaelus, standing directly behind his wife, reached out and wrapped a supportive arm around Roselyn's waist. "Explain everything," Kaelus demanded flatly, his sharp gaze piercing right through the Baron. "I will not have a single detail hidden any longer." The Baron slowly raised his head. His eyes were swollen, watery, and bloodshot.

I decided to treat it as a proper vacation. But to my surprise, a few days later, the coworkers from my team came to my door. “Bailey, we were all fired.” I froze. It turned out that after my suspension, the whole department had gone on strike to demand justice for me. At first, Chuck tried to shut them down with threats and empty promises. But Freya didn’t care at all. She simply told all of them to get out. So they were really fired. Several of them were senior employees who had fought beside me for years.

Alex fixed his eyes on Baron and asked. Baron stopped muttering and then seemed to think of something. He immediately denied what he had just said, "No, no. No one is trying to hurt her. Her baby, her baby is alive..." and then Baron looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "No one hurts her. The baby is not dead. She’s alive!" Suddenly, as if he had seen something frightening, his pupils dilated and his face turned white as he trembled. “What are you talking about? Do you lose your mind? Lucy’s baby is dead!”

They probably won't for another day or two. I walk into Simone’s destroyed bedroom just as Baron wakes up and the slave shows up with her meal. I take the tray from the human and slam it down so hard that I bend the solid stainless steel. “Get out,” I say to the slave and pull a chair towards me. I sit down and spread my legs out in front of me, waiting for Baron to speak. “What’s going on?” he asks. He flips onto his back and looks at me through blurry eyes. “Where the hell is Simone?”

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.

I'm a grown woman with lust, especially when faced with a man as seductive as Alexander. Alexander started to pull down my dress, but just as he reached part of my chest, there was a knock at the door. Alexander turned his head briefly, then continued his activities as if nothing had been heard from the continued knocking on the door. He focused on my breasts which were not covered by a single thread. I formed a cross on my chest to cover it, then turned my face away as I said, "I think it's important." Alexander moved his body away from me. He cupped both my cheeks. "Don't even think about changing your mind, Little Princess. Because I won't let you."