Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

He speaks fast, like he is rushing to get the explanation out before she can interrupt. “And so I am the one who steps aside. Again. Our baby’s first doctor appointment is less important than whatever crisis she is manufacturing today. That is what you are telling me.” Her hand rests lightly on her stomach, fingers curling protectively over the fabric of her dress. “It is not that. You know it is not. This is business. This is strategy. If I do not go, she destroys everything we have been working to protect. Including your father’s company. Including the security we planned for the baby.” He reaches out toward her, but she steps back away from his touch.

I kissed his forehead, sliding his eyes close as slowly as I could while whispering softly into his ears. “Let me go, Veronica. Get off me.” Baron ordered as he staggered and rose to his feet, his gaze darkened with fury. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes locked onto his as he struggled to unwrap my arm around him, his chest rising and falling against mine. Isn't this what you have ever wanted, Veronica? To make Valerie jealous and fed up with Baron so she would leave him for you? This is your chance to make this happen.

"You think I’m seducing you?" "You know you are." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Is it working?" I shoved him away, trying to ignore the way my entire body betrayed me. "I’m still mad at you." He chuckled. "Of course, you are." I lifted my chin. "You’re hiring her back." He shook his head. "Not happening." I placed my hands on my hips. "Then I’m going on a strike." He looked amused. "A strike?"

"You've never had to worry about money or scholarships. Ariana was different. She was truly poor. Without that money, she would have died…" Bethany didn't understand and scoffed. "Oh, please. It was barely the price of a pair of socks for me. You seriously…" She meant to say "lashed out at me for her". However, she didn't finish her sentence as Terence slapped her across the face. It was the first time she'd ever been hit in her life. Bethany, in complete disbelief, lashed out at Terence with her long, clawing nails. "How dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!"

"Mrs. Lawson, please take care of yourself. We are very sorry. Mr. Lawson's yacht was involved in an accident. We've already arranged for professionals to carry out recovery operations, but it's been difficult. There was also a sudden storm, so—" "Stop talking nonsense! I want to see my husband!" she shouted like she had lost her mind, tears pouring down nonstop. Her whole body trembled violently, and she refused to let anyone touch her. Then, Luis showed up. Without a word, he slapped her hard across the face. “You useless wench! You couldn’t secure the contract, and now, the man is gone too!" Nancy's lip split open from the slap. She looked almost deranged as she shouted back, "This is all

But to my surprise, she simply stared at me. It was an empty gaze, something you'd give a toy you could no longer use. I could sense no feelings from her at all. Then she made a sign to the bandit, touching her ear. What was going on? “It's muted, Boss.” The bandit said. I swallowed, “Boss?” My throat was parched and strands of hair stuck to my face. “You think you could trap my husband with a filthy child?” Miranda said, rising to her feet. “I didn't…”

“The pay… we couldn’t resist…” “Did you see her face? Tattoos? Accent? Name?" I snapped. “N-no. Just the voice. Smooth. Confident. Like she wasn’t scared of you…She covered up. Didn’t want her face seen. We… we didn’t argue. The money was enough.” I stood silent for a second, nostrils flaring. I turned to Baron. "Strip him." Baron didn’t flinch. The guards stepped back as Baron yanked the prisoner up, blood smearing his hands as he cut away the ruined shirt and pants.

"You have to be bluffing. There's no way you could have accessed that information. No way you could have gathered all that intelligence while you were locked up." "Am I bluffing?" Ravyn asked. "Are you willing to bet your marriage, your career, your freedom on that assumption? Because I promise you, Nathan, if you try to stop me from leaving this house, if you try to force me into anything I don't want to do, I will burn your entire life to the ground. And I'll smile while I do it."

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.

The Baron from eons ago does not trust women at all. I try to call out to him, but all I get is a roar. My body is starting to shift, and I fall to my knees, trying to maintain a little power over my own body. But Baron’s anger is more potent than my willpower, and I can feel my bones twisting and folding in on each other.