Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

“You said no to me. No one says no to the Frasers. It’s not acceptable. Anyway, you have twenty-four hours. Call me when you’re ready to sell.” Emma rose to leave, but Barron’s desperation made him grab her shoulder. “Mrs. Fraser, please, this is the only thing I have-” The crack of her slap echoed across the room. Her bodyguard shoved him to the ground as Rainee gasped, covering her mouth with trembling hands, her tears blurring the scene. “How dare you touch me?! Do you know how expensive this dress is? Your entire year’s revenue wouldn’t even cover half of it. And now it reeks of garlic.”

She yelled at the silly maid. The maid shifted back in fear “There was no bird to send to pass the massage, the Baron must have asked that all birds be put in their cages, it seems like he did not want anyone to know he left the capital. I didn’t even get to know until later yesterday when I overheard the Baroness right hand maid was discussing discreetly to her friend about it” Alicia tried to calm her nerves “Let it be the last time you will refer her as the baroness in front of me”

“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?”

“Please excuse me for my ignorance. I greet the Baroness of Vozenilek, the Lady Yohan Dei Vozenilek.” The baroness chuckled at her earnest yet awkward greetings. “I have not heard my name from your lips for a while. But I really hope you could address me informally.” “I-Informally?” Cassey trembled as she spoke. How dare I, a mere Maharlika, speak informally to the Baroness of Vozenilek? “Forgive me Baroness, but I could never do what you hope.” The Baroness sighed. “I expected that response from you, since Liracynthia and her lessons must have been a tough bread, your daily consumption.”

Annelyn bursts into laughter, and Berna quickly pulling her away. “What’s this? Oh my God.” “Just let them be,” she says wearily, “I’ve resigned, Berna, and I’m here to bid you farewell. I’m going back to the province. I don’t want to stay here anymore. Baron is causing trouble, and he hurt me earlier when he found out.” “Oh, he’s a damn jerk! That’s not right. He’s the one at fault for everything! Why don’t you tell Sir?”

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.

She took out her phone and dialed Baron's number. "Hello, Mrs. Tudor," Baron quickly answered, his tone respectful. Aveline said, "Could I ask you to help me find out who sent that group of people today?" Baron seemed a bit flattered. "Of course, Mrs. Tudor, you don’t have to be so formal with me. I’ll do my best." "Thank you," Aveline replied with a smile before hanging up. "Who do they work for?" Zachary asked cautiously.

She stepped forward in front of Astrid, blocked Astrid's body from the reach of Baroness Evermore's whip, and then bent deeply towards the noble lady. "God damn it! How dare you block my intention to punish the thieving rat! Get out of the way, or I'll hit you instead!” shouted Baroness Evermore. “Get off! It’s dangerous!" cried Astrid anxiously. However, the shopkeeper lady did not move where she stood. "Please, your ladyship. Please have mercy," said the shopkeeper in a voice sobbing and body shaking violently. Her tears began to fall, dropping down to the floor.

"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.

"Do you really think you can defeat me?" Beauty stepped forward, her voice steady. "This isn't just about defeating you, Leon. This is about justice. You've betrayed our kind, and it's time to face the consequences." Leon laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Justice? You don't know the first thing about it. You were always weak, Beauty. That's why I rejected you." Beauty felt a flicker of anger but pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand. "Your time is up, Leon. We're here to take back what you stole from us."