Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

“Anthony couldn’t even be bothered to answer your call.” Then, with exaggerated triumph, she pulled out her phone and dialed the same number. The call was answered almost instantly. “Honey! Come save me! Someone hit me at Leo’s school!” Anthony’s furious voice exploded from the speaker. “Who dared touch my woman? “Baby, don’t panic. I’m on my way right now!” She hung up and strutted toward me, arrogance written all over her face. “Sign the divorce papers later, take your pitiful alimony, and get lost.”

And with all those burdens in her heart, she missed Dalton too even if she wouldn't accept it. The fear that she might never see him again also clung to her heart, and caused an ache that refused to go even if she tried to wade the thoughts away. It brought near tears to her face too because it was too sad for her to handle the turmoil her life was going through. She just had to be strong. Back at the Millers mansion were extravagant and opulent preparations for the anniversary which was being supervised by Eleanor Miller, who was now officially working with Hamilton to get evidence against Ariana.

"Exactly. She went to the palace to plead with His Majesty. When he didn't agree to rescind the marriage edict, she resorted to this method to pressure you into abandoning your marriage with General Yates. That woman is evil." Barrett immediately spurred his horse back home, heading straight for Grace Mansion. As a general, Barrett naturally had formidable combat skills. The gates of Grace Mansion couldn't stop him. He kicked open the doors and stormed in to find his wife enjoying a bowl of watercress soup. Lulu had made it fresh with the watercress she picked to calm Carissa's nerves. Barrett swept away the porcelain bowl in front of his wife with one hand, causing it to crash loudly onto t

Baron followed silently behind me the entire way, occasionally glancing me up and down. I could feel his gaze sticking to me, but I acted as if he did not exist. After buying a few more daily necessities, I headed home with arms full of bags. As the competition drew closer, I started getting off work later and later. For once, Baron began picking me up and dropping me off again. That evening, just as we arrived home, loud knocking suddenly echoed from the door. Baron shot me a guilty look before rushing over to open it. Michelle stood there, voice trembling as she said, "Baron… The house was taken back. Sandy and I have nowhere to stay now. Can you let us stay here just for one night? I'll f

“None of you will lay a hand on her. Is that clear?!” “Yes, sir!” they answered in unison, their voices filled with respect. At that moment, Lola’s fury exploded. She uncrossed her arms, shock and anger twisting her expression as she glared at Theodore. “What are you doing, Theodore?!” she shouted. “Why are you stopping the guards from throwing that woman out of here?” Her voice dripped with venom. “That woman is a slut—and a murderer. She has no place among us, so go ahead and cast her out—”

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Barron strutted into his yard. He was still riding the high of the grand get-rich plan he'd spent all night talking to me about. Just as he stepped through the door, a basin of icy water was thrown in his face and completely drenched him. Like a madwoman, Hilda stormed out with an empty basin and brought it down on his head without another word. "Barron, you ungrateful, backstabbing old bastard! You thought you could pocket the demolition payout and kick me aside, huh? I'm telling you—not a chance!"

was his gruff acknowledgement of her presence. Her carefree smile suddenly froze, as she slowly righted her figure back to standing straight. Her hand rose in embarrassment to her fallen curls and tried quickly re-pin them away, her eyes focused on the ground. "Apologies Baron, I was assured by Sir Oliver that it was acceptable to borrow Tempest for this weekend?" Her cheeks flushed red as Tempest sensed her unease and started rearing up. Without a bridle on she had no way to restrain her and was suddenly trapped inside the small stable space.

Her eyes reddened painfully as she stared at her Luna, not pleadingly but fiercely as if telling her not to heed The Baron's request. “Stop it. Whatever you're doing, stop!” Olive ordered and gripped the cage bars so hard her palms stung. “Strip.” “No. Wait...let's talk it out. You can't just have your way like this. Let's talk. Wait!” He twisted his finger, and the woman jerked once, then her head fell. “No...” Olive muttered, her eyes blurring with tears. The Baron lifted his finger again and the next person in line began to choke and shake. He wasn't even facing them. He was facing her and they were far behind him.

It went without saying they were both in league with Simon. "I heard that our new board chairman is young, but not this young!" he exclaimed, his words more ironic than praiseful. "You're no older than my daughter, who's always throwing herself into my arms and purring. Comparing yourself with others really hurts, huh?" Cordy simply pretended that she never heard a word of it, and cut to the chase, "I heard from Fabian Locke that the workers are on strike. What on earth is going on?" "What do you mean, what? Of course it's because they're underpaid!"

'Miss Forger, what do you say? The tone and attitude were provocative to Fiona Forger; she clenched her fists, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Jackson Hale patted her shoulder as if to reassure her; this was a matter for the Forger Corporation; he couldn't interfere, so he could only cheer her up. 'Miss Forger, please give us a reasonable explanation.' 'That's right; the company can't keep sacrificing us!' Seeing that she didn't say anything, the workers on strike began to make noise again.