Bulstrode Millicent Novels & Stories

This is the rule we apply, when the solution to the contradiction is to guillotine the aristocracy and all their capitalist lackeys. She turned in the doorway and laughed. 'Well done, Millicent. I’ll give you a fifty-quid bonus if you ever manage to use it. Don’t forget you have become a lackey. Could be painful.'

ONE YEAR LATER “Anastasia Robinson.” Ana heard her name and smiled before she stood up from her seat. There was a standing ovation as soon as she got onto the center stage and was approaching the dean. She stared at the standing crowd who were applauding for her, and her eyes found Kate who was also cheering with a phone camera in one hand trying to capture all of the moments at Ana's graduating ceremony, and her other hand was wrapped around her two months old granddaughter, Millicent.

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

just loud enough for the word to burn. Rita stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hands gripped tightly on the railing, watching the scene unfold below. She didn’t stop them. She didn’t say a word to defend the woman who was the mother of her grandson—her step-daughter. Her silence was the ultimate permission for the staff to treat me with open contempt. In her cold, aristocratic eyes, I had committed the ultimate sin: I had made the family look messy, and for that, I was to be discarded.

And also some scenes are not suitable for young audiences as it contains violence and sexual scenes! Synopsis If there is a word ‘bad’ in this world there is also a ‘badass’, and she was named Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn. Millicent Jaiyana or Millijay is feared by many. No one can stand on her way. No one can stop her and everyone must follow her biddings. She is the one that anyone can’t control for she is the heiress of the successful and popular communication company. But everything changes and turns out to be a roller coaster ride when her mother found out the bad things she did in her college school. Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a se

My dress was going to be ruined! "My goodness! I'm so sorry Peggy. I really am." Nathan finally spoke. "Nathan, put your psycho on a leash!" Mila warned. I proceeded to clean off the wine on my face with the handkerchief Justin had offered me. The damned wine had undoubtedly gotten into my eyes because my eyes were beginning to feel bloated and heavy.

Then, they started betting. "1 Million Dollars!" "1.5 Million Dollars!" "Honey, could you please buy that for me? I want that necklace," Tessa asked. "Then, make a bet," William replied. Tessa smiled widely and raised her number. "2 Million Dollars!" She shouted which called the attention of everyone. Then, she looked around with chin up showing confidence that no one could ever bet a higher amount than what she gave. "2 Million Dollars? No matter how I try to work for that, I won't earn that even how many years I try to work for you, Sir," Fred whispered.

I replied, staring at him happily. “How much do they cost too?” He returned his gaze to the lady that sold the wares. “They cost a fortune. A whopping four million dollars!” She replied with a British accent, emphasizing on the ‘four million dollars.’ “Two million dollars for the bracelet and the other two million dollars for the earring,” she continued. “I'd need them too,” he told the young lady, who now packaged the diamond necklace. She handed over the bag to him. He took it and we left the store.

“She’s the woman in those pictures?” Lazare didn’t flinch. “She is.” “That woman needs to leave. Right now.” “Ma, she has a name,” he said, voice like steel. “And she’s not leaving unless I tell her to.” That was it. Alexandria stormed forward, heels clacking like gunshots against the floor. Without hesitation, she grabbed a fistful of Vlada’s hair and yanked. “If she won’t walk out of this mansion, then I’ll drag her out myself!”

We always lived in the moment, enjoying life to the fullest. We were dancing like crazy when James came over and interrupted me. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my waist. I was confused and ready to snap at him, but then he leaned in and whispered, "Hey, your period is here, it's on your dress. Use my jacket to cover it." My face turned bright red. "Thanks," I mumbled. That moment stuck with me. That was the first time I really noticed James—the only son of the wealthiest family in Weston.