Bill X Mabel Novels & Stories

“Ready or not, Kai? Here I come.” BELLA The tension in the air was palpable as Kai’s words hung between us. Mabel’s face was a mask of barely concealed fury, and I could see her struggling to maintain her composure. “Fine,” she spat, tossing her head. “I suppose no one cares about my ruined shirt.” With that, she stormed off, leaving the room in awkward silence. Kai turned to me, his gaze softening. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “I’m fine. Thank you for stepping in.”

HAILEY Marcus Vega's report arrived via encrypted email at eleven PM. I'd been waiting for it, refreshing my inbox obsessively since dinner. When it finally appeared, I opened it immediately, scanning through the pages. Mabel James. Born Mabel James, married name Mabel Hoss. Thirty-two years old. Stylist based in Los Angeles, recently returned to New York. I already knew all of that. I scrolled down, looking for something useful. Something I could actually use against her.

“You really don't need to go this far just to get Elena. The money you're offering for her bail, you could use it for something else. Don't you think so? Why would a billionaire go so low for a girl like her?” “A girl like me you say? You must be very stupid in the head. So you're the better one? I'm not even dragging your piece of trash with you. I only hope you don't fall into his trap. Because he's not even who you think he is.” Elena said coming out from her room. “I'll rather you don't speak to me. You keep bringing up William's being shady but you don't have any proof to support your claim. So I suggest you keep quiet and not interfere if you have nothing reasonable to say.” Mabel reto

Hailey nods her repeatedly. “Damn! Wow! How is it that you are married to my brother, I heard you are a billionaire.” Mabel asked her eyes bulging out of its socket. “She’s a billionaire! No fucking way, Hailey you left that part out.” Sophia yelled getting up. “Sorry.” Hailey mouthed.

Beatrice did not expect the usually soft and deceivable Mable to dare to talk to her like that. She was so mad that her face changed. “Mable, don’t you think you're being cheap? Blair has divorced you. Why are you still pestering him?!” ‘This shameless woman must have dressed up so beautifully to seduce Blair.’ Mable curled her red lips into an evil smile. “Ms. Stanton, Blair and I haven’t received our divorce certificate, so legally, we’re still married.”

“You’re insane!” “Am I?” Mabel asked, raising an eyebrow as she slowly began to cut her arm, just enough to draw blood. “Because you’re the one who’s going to be blamed for it. When they find me, all injured and crying, you’re going to be the one they come after.”

“You’re becoming dangerous. The way he said it settled against my skin and for some reason I wanted to preen. I looked away first and took a slow sip of coffee. “You said I needed to stop acting like a housewife.” “And now?” “Now I think Xavier should start being afraid every time I smile.” For a moment I thought Tristan almost smiled. Then his phone buzzed against the marble. He glanced down once, his expression shifted. “What?” I asked. He turned the screen toward me instead of answering. A photograph. Xavier exiting Lancaster Biotech less than twenty minutes ago. Beside him - I stopped breathing. Mabel Mortaine. She was walking beside him openly while reporters shouted questions around th

Corbin had even patted my head and teased me, saying, “You only scored five hundred and twenty on your PSAT Math, but you sure know how to do the math on this.” Corbin replied after a few seconds. [But you always eat the most out of all of us.] As if sensing he had said something wrong, he quickly added, [You need to be more aware of these things.] [She’s got a lot of pride. You should at least try to be mindful of that.] However, Mabel was the one who brought up splitting the bill first. I stared at the screen for a long time. Every time we got together, they would dive into everything from quantum physics to ancient history, and from deep philosophy to their grand life plans.

She talked quickly, like she was on her fourth cup of coffee. “We’re going to release two items today. I want you to be prepared,” Mabel said. “First, your wedding certificate. It’s a miracle this hasn’t been dug out already, but I suppose Mr. Hatfield Senior likely didn’t want the world to know how deep the bond between you two really was.”

Lucero. "You!" Mabel's expression twisted in anger as she stomped her foot. "Sebastian, you're so stubbornly chauvinistic! Fine, if you don't want to cooperate, then just wait and see. Mark my words—you'll never surpass Ms. Sutton in your lifetime! I suggest you give up on that idea." With that, Mabel stormed off to her car angrily. Sebastian, however, just chuckled softly. "I never intended to surpass her, Ms. Lucero. You're mistaken."