Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

The week-end stretching between their return and the next morning when she had to go back to the factory she was conflicted, and even when her father retired to his room earlier than usual on Sunday evening she had no thought in her mind that she might have to give up her work at the factory completely so she could focus on opening her boutique. During the night, however, she was roused by the strange sixth sense which anticipates disaster occasionally and lay listening in the dark to a movement in the room next to her own that sounded almost furtive. It came again, the sound of heavy, difficult breathing, and she was instantly on her feet, thrusting the bedclothes aside and feeling for her

I decided to treat it as a proper vacation. But to my surprise, a few days later, the coworkers from my team came to my door. “Bailey, we were all fired.” I froze. It turned out that after my suspension, the whole department had gone on strike to demand justice for me. At first, Chuck tried to shut them down with threats and empty promises. But Freya didn’t care at all. She simply told all of them to get out. So they were really fired. Several of them were senior employees who had fought beside me for years.

A growl rippled through the air before running at the window. “NO SIR! I AM NOT ALLOWING YOU TO CLIMB THE PALACE, IF BOTH YOU AND YOUR MATE DIE, WE’LL BE LEFT WITHOUT A LEADER!” A man I knew was one of the officials shouted obviously, when Baron went to climb out of the window to save me, from the growl that sounded after the fact, its clear Baron didn’t appreciate this man preventing him from getting to me. “SHE’S MY FUCKING MATE!” Baron protested where sounds of a struggle began to occur behind us, but with the higher I was forced to climb, the quieter their voices became.

She called many times on her cellphone but it’s off. “Smith! Did you call again?” the agitated baroness asked for the nth time. “Yes, my lady.” Unperturbed, the butler replied. “I’m going to give her a whipping when she arrives. The girl had no care in the world if we already went berserk looking for her.” Lady Elizabeth paces the floor back and forth.

“My father was your mentor! H—He was nice to you! He made you a strong warrior! You can’t treat his only son like this—” “I think he’d beat the shit out of you first if he saw you like this,” Maxie snarled. “And stop using other people to manipulate me! I have had it enough!” She set Baron down in the corner and stared down at him coldly. “Spill it. Why do you want to meet with me today?” she asked. The rude and aggressive version of Baron was gone. Now he was shivering by the corner like a defeated dog. “I—I can’t go to trials.” He gulped in fear, “You saw how things went with Lady Chloe not long ago. Those ignorant civilians will skin me alive…”

“I loved her then. I love her still. Set me free, Rylee. It’s over between us.” She snatched the pen from Sebastian’s hand and crossed out the settlement amount. She made it zero and then signed with her initials. She flipped to the next page and signed her name, then handed everything to Sebastian. He looked at the papers. “Zero? Are you out of your mind? Where are you going to live? You have no money—“ “I want nothing from you.” She removed her cheap ring and threw it at Sebastian. “Good! More for us,” Maya chimed in with a laugh.

She looked like someone who had been trying too hard for too long. But still, I held on. Because that’s what I did. I convinced myself it was just a misunderstanding that love could survive on effort alone. When the Moonlight Ball finally came, I told myself I’d prove to everyone, maybe even to him, that our marriage was still something beautiful. I wore a silver silk gown that shimmered under the lights. My hair was pinned perfectly, my makeup flawless. I looked like the kind of woman who had everything. Reporters crowded me the moment I arrived. Flashes went off in my face. “Mrs. Walker! Over here!” “What’s your secret to a perfect marriage?”

Please. She stammers for a moment, her mind racing to come up with an answer. With a deep breath, she says, "I'm sorry, Baron. I can't say anything. I've seen how close you and Oswald are, and I didn't want to be the reason for any conflict between you. Please, understand." A mixture of disappointment and frustration crosses Baron's face, but before he can respond, Myra kisses him lightly on the cheek and starts walking away. With each step, all the facade falls off and she can't help but laugh at her accomplishment.

"Even if you're the Madre, you don't get to pull a gun on him for no reason. You're challenging the Don's authority." I looked at her and couldn't help but laugh. I raised my hand, ready to slap her, but Domenico, who had been silent until now, caught my wrist. "Basta, Valentina Rossi! Stop causing a scene. We were only discussing work." His gaze turned cold when he looked at me. "You can't throw a tantrum whenever you please." Then he shoved me forcefully, sending me stumbling into the table's sharp corner. Blood trailed down my forehead, blurring my vision.

I looked at the small boat, so plainly prepared for me, and I dove in without a moment's pause. A wave of dizziness hit me. Then, laughter erupted from the cruise. "Everyone, look! That idiot Ariana really jumped!" I looked up and stared at them in silence. The deck was crowded, but every face shared the same mocking expression. Bethany slowly raised a pair of scissors. Amid the jeering and my gaze, she snipped the rope linking the lifeboat to the cruise. "Stupid woman. Drift away on your own." The moment she spoke, I saw Terence rush over from behind.