Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

"I've never seen you this excited for a Baron party." Annie entered from the door into the room and Sofia darted a look through the mirror back at her. She was dressed in a sheer burgundy gown that Oscar had bought for her back in Italy. If there was anything that the Barons were known for, it was how to throw a party. And tonight was officially the night that Aaron would take over the company. He would publicly announced as CEO and all the shares and stakes would be in his name. It was the moment everyone was waiting for and a time that could never be short of drama.

A female voice on the call asked, "Is there anything else I should do?" Daniella replied, "This strike will keep Caroline occupied for a while. We can proceed with our next steps slowly. There's no need to rush."

The icy grip of fear tightened around my heart. Before we could react, armed policemen stormed the room, their shouts of “Freeze!” and “Drop your weapons!” echoing off the walls. The Baron's men, including Odette, were swiftly subdued and arrested. The chaos that had erupted moments before was now under control, leaving us standing in stunned silence. As the last of the Baron's men were led away in handcuffs, a figure stepped through the door. It was Barbara, with a triumphant smile on her face. She surveyed the scene looking at us with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Now, because of being patient for a long time, all the thoughts and resentments inside have been released. “Even if you want to take Feya to Gideon's bed, you should see if she has that strength and guts.” Baron widened his eyes, probably not thinking that I would dare to say such harsh words. Since childhood, Feya's body has not been good and she always needs to rest. Baron walked quickly to where I stood, grabbed my collar tightly and pulled me back towards him. Then, a slap landed directly on my face.

She wasn't the one to care if I banged my head on the wall or not, instead she remained nonchalant and would even laugh at my downfall. I think I was a little bit lost because she tapped me and repeated the question. I looked her in the eyes, raised her chin with my thumb to look into mine then I smiled. I couldn't resist the smile, she had been a very good girl and she deserved an award. She was still putting on a cloth, I looked at her with a smirk. I said softly, almost like a whisper, “ Strip for daddy.” She nodded. She was quite obedient today, the net gown slid down her petite body.. next was the lacy pant that stuck to her wet pussy.

"Then I guess I'm not your daughter anymore, Mr. Vallance." "You... Are you threatening us?" Mom clutched a sobbing Cindy, eyes full of hurt. "Just because we let Cindy borrow your design, you're going to ruin her future? And now you hate us for it? How could you be so heartless? You've really let me down." That's all it took to disappoint her? I shrugged. "If that's how you see it, can't help you, MRS. VALLANCE." Andrew finally spoke, still holding the phone, eyes wide like he'd just realized who I was. "Viv... You planned this? You're punishing Cindy for the wedding? I told you—she's unstable. She didn't mean to—"

So anything I want to see is never new to me. He looked down as he bent low. Poking his bald head into the ground like a sheep going into a slaughterhouse to kiss the land of the living goodbye. "There is a very big issue my lord, a big issue among the Transport workers. They are threatening to go on strike because they are underpaid.” My glittering eyes instantly lurked on my mother as Cedric spit out this bad news. She quickly buried her head into her phone pretending she wasn't paying attention. I knew what would be going on in her mind now.

"Do you really think you can get into the same college as me with your grades? Dream on! Don't think I don't know how those two buttons ended up on my school uniform!" As soon as I finished speaking, Marianne, who was slumped on the floor, got up suddenly and slapped him across the face. "Now that everything has been exposed, you're pushing all the blame onto me? You're the one who came up with this idea in the first place!" Lance kicked her down. "Nonsense! When did I ever say that? You're the one who told me to sew the buttons on her school uniform. You're the mastermind here!" "I'll kill you, Lance!" Marianne screamed.

Lucian tried to pull another blade—Baron disarmed him, knocked him to the ground, and straddled him, fist after fist raining down. “Alpha Baron!” someone cried. Baron stopped and looked at Lucian who laid still. Azpen was already with Elowyn, cutting her free. She fell forward into his arms, she stopped sobbing, wrists rope-burned and bruised. She tried to stand firm. Another pack member came in to help. But Baron stormed over, still breathing heavy, still shaking with fury. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face up to him. “What the hell were you doing there alone? Answer me!” he yelled—and slapped her.

The stench of rotting fish filled the entire reception area. The boss stormed into his office, instinctively reaching for the warm water on his desk—only to grab empty air. "Where's my water?!" Flustered, Vanessa rushed in with a bottle of cold mineral water. The bottle was hurled straight back out, rolling to her feet. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?! I want warm water!" The boss's roar shook the glass walls. As I read each message Lisa sent, sitting on my balcony with a cup of hot coffee in hand, I felt nothing at all.