Betsy Braddock Novels & Stories

Mia “Who are you? The question slipped out sharper than I intended as I studied the strange woman standing in my living room. She looked to be in her late twenties…young and undeniably pretty. That fact alone stirred something ugly in my chest, something tight and unpleasant that I didn’t bother suppressing. I watched her eyes…not on me, but on Rolex. She hesitated, as though waiting for his permission before answering me. That alone sealed it. I didn’t like her. “Hi,” she said finally, forcing a polite smile. “You can call me Lissa. I’ve been assigned to keep you company and help with your needs.” Assigned? My jaw tightened. Rolex gave her a nod, a quiet approval, accompanied by a smile tha

I ducked behind a large potted plant as a shadowy figure emerged. It was Betsy—the chef. She wasn’t just carrying food. She held a thick rope in one hand… and a knife in the other. “You little bitch,” she muttered under her breath. “Daring to make me, a professional chef, cook dog food for you? I’ll show you what a real bitch looks like chained and begging.” “I don’t get why the madam’s being so soft. Richard’s a freak; he’d have way more fun with a whip and blade anyway. That’s what Mia deserves.”

I replied. “Where is he?” “Not far,” the man answered. “But… there’s a small problem.” My heartbeat paused. “What problem?” “We didn’t take only him.” “What do you mean?” I asked slowly. “When we went for him,” the kidnapper explained, “Someone else was there…a lady…she tried to scream but we knocked her unconscious.” My heart dropped. “What lady?” “He said her name is Betsy.” I froze. Betsy was over at his house…my sister…the woman who helped destroy my previous life.

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

Watching my sweetpea putting on my union gown is a dream come true, she is stunning and looks like a princess. Braddock stands at the bottom of the stairs and watches as we both walk down, his smile is wide and his eyes twinkle at us both. He shakes his head, his arms are behind his back and I know he is hiding something. He clears his throat, “my girls are absolutely the most beautiful in the world, my princess’,” he smiles.

She said while throwing daggers at her. “Do I make myself clear”. “Yes ma’am “. The assistant nodded her head and said. Betty, who was the assistant's name, gritted her teeth in pain but quickly endured it , because she has a sick mother to fend for. The truth was that Betty was also behind the scenes for Stella since they have similar body and stature, but nobody knew except Stella and Betty. The noise from the receptionist table was loud, so it quickly caught the interest of the workers. They quickly recognize Stella since she was very popular.

,asked Mya with a pleading look. Betty gazed thoughtfully at her and nodded. "Alright, come with me". "Great, thanks so much" Betty lead the way and Mya briskly followed her. Laura gazed at them and back at Alixes and smiled. "Don't worry, Alix, let them leave. I'll stay with you, okay". She muttered as if she was listening and chuckled with a radiant look. ***************

Looked like she was disappointed in my thinking ability skills. After a second, she laughed softly. As if I am the biggest joke she had ever seen. "It's not like that. I'm not as idiot as you think. As far as I know, she lives here. That's the reason why I didn't go to the police station. Instead, I go straight here. So I save time and energy that the police will be going to do if I ever seek their help," I dispensed and looked straight into her eyes. Her forehead creased as she stared at me. She was not intimidated by my presence. I assumed she's getting used to talking to high-profile persons. Her eyes are brave enough to make eye contact with me. She was not as shy as my angel Angela. I c

Natalie jumped up in happiness upon seeing the two of them, immediately greeting them with a hug. She immediately noticed that they looked surprised to see more bridesmaids so she pointed to the direction of a wheelchair with an elegantly dressed young woman with one whole leg in plaster. Additionally, she had her right arm in a sling. “That’s Ann, my best friend who had an accident a few days ago. She managed to come but unfortunately, she is not able to be my bridesmaid, as you can see.” The lovely girl in the wheelchair spotted that somebody was talking about her. She raised her right arm in a sling in greeting; she smiled cheekily, then tilted her head back to the person she was talking

Bainbridge island 7: 55pm Betty had finished the meeting with some of the women in church concerning this year's end of the year children party. Her love for children, and her need for them to always be happy and satisfied, was what the head of church recognized, making her the head of that committee. For eleven good years now, she has been at helm of things, making sure no party was like the last. With a satisfied smile, Betty picked up her pink Louise vuitton purse that Cynthia, Veronica's friend bought for her last Christmas when they went to visit their daughter. She turned when she heard a voice, calling her name.