Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

Now I understood why Baron wanted us to come here. It was the best decision. This was the best place. It had all started here, and it would end here. Whoever that person was, I would not forgive them. Melissa was my maid, my personal maid and our relationship might have been distant, it did not give the person that right to do this to my maid. “How did this happen, Baron?” Trenton asked. Baron could not talk, the anger in his face, the angry set of his jaw was enough to let me know he was ready to pummel whoever that might have done this to Melissa.

Recalling Monica's irate expression when he denied her consuming coffee, Baron remarked. Aside from that, he was curious as to why his boss had grown so enraged on the last day after learning that the woman had left the office without alerting him. When he mentioned Miss Katherine to his boss a second ago, he discovered that he was not only uninterested in hearing about her, but additionally became angry as if he made a terrible mistake. Baron fell into deep thoughts. “Do not speak till we arrive in Australia," William's statement was not an answer to the question posed by the Baron, but rather an order that the Baron was obligated to obey.

"I still don't see why we are involved in this he did it all on his own, he had the gun alone but we're getting punished together that's unfair" I say, crossing his arms. "Well there's nothing we can do, that's all she requests, is either we comply or leave her alone. " Cameron says We continue arguing, with everyone raising their voices and pointing fingers at each other. Cameron tries to keep the peace, but it's no use. We are too angry and stubborn to listen to reason. Finally, after what seems like hours of arguing, Baron slams his fist on the coffee table. "That's enough!" Baron exclaims.

"Think again, little thief, you will never know me well enough to guess what I am capable of, you will never know what demons have shaped me and made me into what I am today. The best you could do is to pray I find satisfaction in my revenge, otherwise, you may well wish for death." If his plan was to merely frighten me with those words, then he had scored a flawless victory. Baron's POV. My words seemed to have gotten to her at last. And I can see her face transforming from arrogance to fright. Did she really think I was capable of murdering her? I had sent her maid to her merely to relieve her, because even though she deserved to feel each and everything I had felt, I knew it would kill me

was his gruff acknowledgement of her presence. Her carefree smile suddenly froze, as she slowly righted her figure back to standing straight. Her hand rose in embarrassment to her fallen curls and tried quickly re-pin them away, her eyes focused on the ground. "Apologies Baron, I was assured by Sir Oliver that it was acceptable to borrow Tempest for this weekend?" Her cheeks flushed red as Tempest sensed her unease and started rearing up. Without a bridle on she had no way to restrain her and was suddenly trapped inside the small stable space.

Her demeanor was neither deferent nor abasing, as everywhere was threatening to raze down, with the arrogance that Aria was portraying. She suddenly jerked free from the tight hold of the maids who had relaxed on their grip, and had barely noticed the purplish-red laced prints on her skin, as a result of the rough manner at which they had grabbed her arms. She smiled at Dalton and winked at him, as she walked out of the room immediately. Everywhere was already in mid-chaos.

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.

Emily said as her heart ached. “I have been over this, Emily. Our family must show a united front…” Mrs. Henderson sighed over the phone. “Even if it is at my detriment?” Emily dropped her lashes to hide the hurt. She already knew the answer before she asked. “Be happy with the dress, it's just for a day for Christ’s sake!” Then Mrs. Henderson ended the call. She handed the phone back to Kayla, who now looked miraculously alright. “I don't know what games you are playing. But I’m not wearing that stupid thing you call a dress. This changes nothing.” Emily said, storming out of the store.