Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

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.

At some point, they wanted Rhonda, too. Before The Boss was forced to oblige, Rhonda stood up and joined the file of the paraded women under the stares of confusion from the girls. The Boss understood the humor, he picked Rhonda out of the lineup. "Me?" she asked with the perfect impersonation of Marilyn Monroe, pointing her lithe index finger at her half-exposed breasts. The Boss nodded. "Then I'm yours". She walked to him provocatively, sat on his lap and threw her arms around him like what all the chosen women did.

the Baroness said,”I am going to my room now and I want to retire on time so that I can come to court with you both in the morning. “Oh no mother!” David said,it's not necessarily,”just stay at home and everything will be fine.” “I insist, my son,”the Baroness said,”and I have made up my mind on it,I have to support my daughter-in-law.” “Okay mother,”David agreed reluctantly,”its fine,you may go with us.” “Thank you son and goodnight to both of you,” she said. “Goodnight mother,”they both said together and watched as the Baroness went up the stairs with a maid.

She wasn’t about to back down now. Adrian exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against his glass. “Tell me something,” he said, voice lowering as he leaned in slightly. “Do you actually think throwing a tantrum will make me open my checkbook?” Her pulse thundered in her ears. He thought this was a game. Thought she was just some desperate activist he could toy with. Fine. Two could play dirty. With a practiced smile, she plucked a fresh cocktail from a passing waiter’s tray and, without breaking eye contact, tipped it straight onto Adrian’s crisp white shirt.

“You can cut my wages if you need to. You can choose not to pay me for today, or even this whole week. But please, don't fire me.” I raise my brow and smile. “Don’t tempt me with the wages, … ” And I realise I don't even remember her name. “Ahana.” “Ahana,” I say, taking the smile off my face for her to see that I’m only being lenient, not foolish. “I’m giving you one more chance. The next strike, you’re out.” She places a hand on her chest and holds a chair with the other, clearly relieved. Tears are still pouring from her eyes as she looks at me, the rigid chords in her neck showing just how terrified she was.

Adriana placed her feet on the iron rig using it to climb over the hole and she got in with the other slaves. She watched as their hands dug deep into the ground then dragged up rocks and sand, and she did the same. *** Baron stood before the king's man feeling fury banking low within him as the man placed his offer. “But I paid my tax just last week Aaron.”He said to the man but Aaron scoffed. “You are full of shit Baron. Do you think I wouldn't know you tried to bypass the slaves’ tax? You haven't paid for a year now and I wonder how you got away for too long.”

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

Adrian threatened me, that was one thing he had never done, but he did it because of Victoria. She was smiling at me, telling me that she couldn't wait to work with him, but I could see through her facade. She wasn't going to stay here long, I was going to make sure of that. When I was done with her, she would take her bastard son and flee in the middle of the night. The next day, I came to work very early, but she wasn't in yet. Yet that's how it is when you are the boss. The strange girl, Emily, the beautiful, awkward girl, was already in.

“Now go doll yourself up and put them on. The car will be there in an hour.” “I know you’re used to people doing exactly what you say, Baron,” I interrupt. “But I don’t work for you, and I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not putting anything on and you can’t make me.” “Wow, what a strong woman,” he replies mockingly. “You really think you’re tough, don’t you?” “I’m not doing it.” “You are doing it,” he growls. “Or I’ll kick you and your mother out of the house before the day’s over. How would you like living on the streets?”

“You’ll show up and meet me on Friday if you don’t want this video all over the internet, Lucas.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?” She took a single step forward, her gaze never wavering from his. “I’m giving you a choice.” He scoffed, the arrogance returning to his features. “And you think I’ll choose you over the woman I love?” A slow, confident smile spread across her face. “I know you’ll choose her, Lucas. So, if you want her career to flourish, you’ll meet me on Friday to sign our divorce paper. If you don’t—” She paused, glancing over at Athena, who glared at her with burning hatred. Elise's smirk widened, cruel and triumphant. “Athena will be the laughing stock in this fuc