Bertram Aubrey Novels & Stories

In all the years they had lived under the same roof, he had never said more than a few words to her outside of her own bedroom, so she steeled herself for what he might say now. Mildred walked in and sat across from Meg, leaving the seat across from Charlie for Bertram. He looked them over and tipped his head slightly. Meg felt Charlie’s grip tighten, and she knew he was wishing they’d brought a gun with them just as much as she was. “Mary Margaret,” Bertram said quietly, the sound of his voice grating through her brain like the accidental catch of a fingernail on a slate tablet. “Bertram,” she said, forcing the word out as if it were a curse. “This is Charles Ashton.”

Thought about Room 14. “When?” I said. “Soon,” she said. “Before winter properly arrives.” I nodded. We walked out of the station into the Cambridge afternoon. My phone buzzed, it was James. I answered. “I found something else,” James said. “In the 1987 correspondence.” A pause. “Gabriel the second trustee, the one I identified initially, a man named Arthur Pemberton.” A pause. “He’s still alive, he’s ninety-one. He lives in a care home outside Norwich.” He paused. “And he’s been asking about you.”

According to what Atticus had said, the one in a jacket had spoken very arrogantly. The other had been very hot-tempered. When Ambrose thought about his son's friends, he immediately thought of Bertram's son Augustine and the Northmans' heir, Zane. In Sunway, there was no other wealthy scion who was as hot-tempered as Augustine was. He was renowned in Sunway for being an absolute thug, and he would fight at the drop of a hat even for a minor disagreement. Ambrose took out his phone and called Bertram first.

Not even women, parties, booze, or money could take the place of baseball in his life, no matter how much he’d partaken of all of those things. When his good friend Anthony Bertram had asked Carter to be an executive producer for a movie he was funding, Carter had thought Anthony was losing his mind. Anthony had once been the billionaire CEO of Bertram, Sons and Co. and was now the millionaire founder of Goldfinch Press with his girlfriend Thea, so he knew a thing or two about running business ventures. That fact had only confused Carter further—why him?

He didn’t say anything else, but those words settled in Thea’s stomach like a rock. They’d done this to help animals and people. How could they be hurting anyone? He was the one at fault here. But was Anthony just posturing, or was there truth in his words? Thea put that out of her mind. She just had three more days, and she would be on vacation, enjoying the beauty of the woods, the open air, and not worrying about smug rich assholes like Anthony Bertram. Anthony Bertram, billionaire CEO of Bertram, Sons, and Co., was having a very bad day.

she sighed happy that she went in. Meanwhile, Aurelio Bertram was still in his mansion, laying comfortably on his bed in his white silky bathrobes and a cup of black coffee in his hands . “Just waiting for you dad” he smiled hopefully and kept his eyes fixed on the large TV screen before him, a smart TV. A knock was heard on the door, he thought of who would want to come see him. “ it’s open” he said and saw the door open. A guard stood by the door dressed up in his black suits and had his dark shades on

Arthur said and started to walk away. “Thirty-five!” Maxwell’s voice echoed in the room. Arthur halted in his tracks. “You will be turning thirty-five tomorrow Arthur Murray.” Arthur turned. His lips bent in a crooked manner. “Yes, that is a wonderful age. Do you have a problem with what I am turning to tomorrow? And hell, when did you start to keep count of my age, dear cousin?”

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

"Defunct, I would imagine, but I'm not positive. Did we manage to see what happened to Aradhon?" "When Bertram was killed, he took his playmates and went home," Rhychard said. "Or to wherever he goes. I still don't know why he was even here or what his end game is." Tryna nodded. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." "That's what I'm afraid of," Rhychard said.