Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

That night, Brynn sat in the lady’s study with Wynn and Rhea and Lena, the three women who had become her cabinet in the men’s absence, and they reviewed the situation by lamplight. “She doesn’t know the strike is coming,” Brynn said quietly. “If she knew, she would have moved her location, not attacked the keep. She still thinks Halden’s report is true. She thinks we’re planning a slow starve. She’s responding by hitting us first to weaken us before our slow campaign begins.” “Which means the strike still has surprise,” Wynn said. “It still has surprise. But we have to hold here while she keeps throwing at us. She’ll keep trying. Every shipment, every approach, until either the strike lands

Pain exploded down my arm as I hit the cold floor, my face pressed against the tile. "I thought you'd come to your senses by now," he said, his voice like ice. I couldn't stop the tears. They poured down my face, hot and endless. My voice cracked as I whispered, "I don't understand… why? I just want to keep my baby. The baby hasn't done anything wrong…" "The boss doesn't want the baby," Baron said flatly.

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…”

“Don’t you learn from your mistakes you fucking idiot? When she talks you shut the fuck up.” “We can get rid of him after we get our drugs.” Baron danced his eyes away from me. The thieving rat. He knew something and to that I smirked. “Where are my goods Baron?” I asked in a sing-song voice. “Boss--” I smacked him again. “Shut up, where are my goods?” Baron cowered but didn’t speak, I signaled to Bella for a gun. She placed it in my hands and I pointed the ammunition at his chest.

the Baroness said,”I am going to my room now and I want to retire on time so that I can come to court with you both in the morning. “Oh no mother!” David said,it's not necessarily,”just stay at home and everything will be fine.” “I insist, my son,”the Baroness said,”and I have made up my mind on it,I have to support my daughter-in-law.” “Okay mother,”David agreed reluctantly,”its fine,you may go with us.” “Thank you son and goodnight to both of you,” she said. “Goodnight mother,”they both said together and watched as the Baroness went up the stairs with a maid.

Baron had a bad attitude. Annabelle turned her head away without saying a word. "Playing dumb, huh?" "Alright, bring it on. Let's see who can outplay who." Annabelle remained silent, and there was a dead silence in the VIP ward. "I planned to take Jenna for a paternity test tomorrow." This sentence completely caused trouble for Annabelle, she directly grabbed a pillow and hit Baron with it. "Baron, are you still human?"

She glared at Baron, her voice low and menacing. "Where's my dad?" she demanded, her fists clenched at her sides. Baron chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, lamb, you're so predictable. Your father's...entertainment, for now." Aurelia's rage boiled over, and she launched herself at Baron, her fists flying towards his face. "Let me go!" she screamed, struggling against the men's hold. Baron raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "You're brave, I'll give you that. But foolish. You think you can take on me?"

Bella was already sitting at the wrought-iron table, looking like a literal vintage movie star in a silk headscarf, oversized white sunglasses, and a flowing emerald kaftan. She was aggressively stabbing a raspberry while staring at her tablet. "If my mother thinks I'm attending the Monaco yacht gala next weekend, she has officially lost her mind," Bella muttered as I slid into the chair opposite her. She poured me a cup of espresso without even looking up. "I am on strike, Elias. The corporate world can survive without the Vance-Maritime heiress for at least a month." I laughed, taking a slow sip of the rich, dark coffee. "Bella, you haven't moved from that daybed since we landed. I think y

And because he was sick, she dared to abuse him. “Stop hitting me! I did nothing!” Mrs Noah shouted, struggling to get away from Kelsey. “Help me!” Just then, the security rushed in and pulled Kelsey away. “Let go of me,” Kelsey said to the security, who let go of her instantly. “I’m going to sue you!” Mrs Noah shouted in pain, holding her face. Kelsey let out a bitter laugh. “We will see in court then,” she said back, unafraid. She turned to the nurses around her.

"You have to be protected at all costs! And I do mean, 'all costs!'" Terry's anger flared. "You think I can't do anything against you, huh? I'll call my grandpa right now. Let's see if you can still talk tough when he's here! Hey, you! Call my grandpa!" The bodyguards' leader nodded and began dialing. "Understood." Both factions froze in a tense standoff. Neither side would yield. "Don't think I didn't notice what happened! You harassed a lady and tried to bully her into currying sexual favors for you! The way I see it, you deserve to be socked in the face by my mentor!" Baron said sharply. "Your defiance makes not a lick of sense!"