Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

"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."

“What are you doing?” I jolted out of shock, pulling away from the kiss with Baron. Fear immediately seized me as my brain recognizes the voice even before I turn to see the face. “What does it look like she’s doing, Mister?” Baron’s tone was challenging. “She does not belong to you!” Ben threw a challenging glare right back. Baron erupted in a mirthless, mocking chortle. “Yeah? Tell that to the Moon Goddess, fella.” “Baron please.” I begged, knowing how much of in trouble I was in that moment.

“I’m afraid I can’t, ma’am.” Her eyes narrowed, recognizing the smirk. This guy was as much of a sycophant as his boss. She gritted her teeth and stared him down. He was just another loyal dog. “Please leave, ma’am,” he continued, his voice dripping with mock politeness. “Mr. Adams doesn’t like to be disturbed.” Elise raised an eyebrow. “Why? Is he with his mistress?” The assistant’s smirk deepened. “Yes, ma’am. He strictly told me not to let anyone disturb them. If I were you, ma’am, I’d just leave. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

***** Back at the dungeon, Baron musk appeared with Eldon, he held him up by the tip of the collar of his shirt. "How about we finish this now witch?" He yelled out to her while Melissa bites her bottom lips. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands in him." She yelped back at him. "Watch me while I do that or you better complied to my request." Baron musk said louder causing fears to evaporate round in the room. Melissa stared at her husband powerless, she break down in tears and said, "will you let go of my husband if I complied to your wish?"

he gave a short, graceful bow, then turned and disappeared into a conversation with a duke and two military men in dark Sashes. And I turned towards Coral. Towards warmth and cocoa and a place to breathe. She greeted me with open warmth, as always, drawing me into the small circle at the edge of the room. The older woman beside her looked regal, her face kind but commanding. "Clara," Coral said, her hand resting on my arm. "I'd like you to meet the Baroness of Eastgate." The Baroness smiled, her teacup cradled between lace–gloved fingers. "So this is the new lady Storm. Such a beauty. You've hosted us beautifully my dear. I'm on my third cup of cocoa and dangerously close to a fourth."

she asked, and I smiled. “This is a new phone. My old one got lost and broken last week. Why?” I rolled my eyes and dropped onto the sofa. “Never mind, but to start the discussion, I don’t want to interfere in your organization’s problems. But if it affects us, we will strike. Now we’re talking peacefully, the daughter of Vladimir.” Barbara sipped her drink while I looked at the ashtray. “What do you mean?” I asked, and she pressed her lips hard, like she was holding back telling me everything.

Enzo repeated, voice like ice. Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.” There was a long pause. Even some of the nobles gasped. A thousand? For me? Was he insane or just delusional? “She’s an Omega,” Ash muttered, deadpan. “Not a princess.” Baron lifted his goblet toward him. “She’s the most rebellious Omega you’ll find on this side of the land. Hard to tame, but maybe that’s what you are into.”

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.

Baron threatened, rising to his feet. A smirk pulled upon my lips as I accessed him seductively. “Don't act dumb, Baron. You know what I am talking about. I am your son's mother and as such, one of the most beautiful and gracefully endowed women. I want you, Baron. Right here in the office because at home is not an option and neither is lodging a hotel because of the press.” “You want me to have sex with you? My wife's sister?.”

Baron continued, “By the way, what about our previous plan? The agreement to arrange Nadine’s marriage to Darren. Isn’t that a promise we need to fulfill? I’m sure it’ll bring great benefits to all of us.” Harison’s face tensed. Summoning all his strength, he uttered strained sounds, “Ah uh ah uh,” expressing his anger despite his inability to speak. Baron merely smirked, relishing the moment. “What do you think, my dear?” Baron glanced at Mrs. Harison, who responded with a sly smile. “Your husband is stubborn. I must admit, he was clever to bring Darren back and nearly ruin my plans.” Harison’s chest tightened with rage. He wanted to speak, but his words were trapped in his throat. His face