Carol Stuart Novels & Stories

After Chris exited the car, he swiftly made his way to the passenger seat and opened the door. A woman with a slender figure and long legs gracefully emerged from the car. She was clad in a form-fitting V-neck dress and wore black sunglasses. Sporting a charming smile, she affectionately snuggled up to Chris. "Hey, isn't that Carol?" "Yes, that's the scheming woman who fooled Mr. Liam for so many years." "Mr. Liam is here? And she dares to show up?" At that moment, a knowledgeable insider promptly stepped forward. "Haven't you heard? Carol is the mysterious 'S'!"

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

She enjoyed seeing the boy miserable, and she knew that she had her son and future daughter in-law to thank for Liam's misery. Mrs carol steinfeld saw this as an opportunity to humiliate Liam and get him beaten up. After all she still held a grudge against him for that time he ordered security on her to roughly escort her out of multiversal studios. She had never been humiliated like that her whole life and she had been waiting for the day she would finally get back at Liam. And looked like today was the day, she would finally get revenge on Liam. With those thoughts in mind, Mrs carol Steinfeld, darted her gaze towards the security guards, and gestured for them to come closer to her.

The lady stepped forward with a huge smile. "Hi," she greeted, stepping right in for a hug. "Oh my, I couldn't wait to meet you. And it's Carlie Forbes-Khumalo," she corrected, turning to Mr Preston for a millisecond before wiggling her ring to indicate she's married. "I've heard so much about you, girl. You are—" she stopped when Darren came in behind us. "You are a literary inspiration."

Carol asked. Looking like an ancient queen, the red outfit on her was dozens of meters long. Right then, her energy level was completely different from before. Her pupils had the demonic marks of the Shura tribe, but unlike the others possessed by Blood Shura, she didn’t seem to be filled with any flames. She looked like an ordinary person. “Alex, I’m truly surprised by how far you’ve come. I underestimated you in the past. Perhaps I should give you a chance. Become my slave, and I won’t kill you!” Carol said.

Stuart did not respond to Demeterius's question, too occupied to put a face on the person who could wield such influence. The room fell silent as everyone racked their brains, considering various influential figures. Yet, none seemed to fit, as those who could threaten them had no reason to do so. Carlile's face was grim. Suddenly, a fleeting image of Matthias crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He laughed at himself for being too nervous. How could someone irrelevant like him pose a threat to them? Just then, Theon Reilley, Stuart's grandson, burst into the hall, his face pale.

The foyer chandelier cast diamonds on the walls. As Charlotte stepped on the Carter mansion's grand marble stairs, Karla's voice sliced through from the shadows. "Charlotte! Stop right there," Karla sneered, heels clicking as she blocked the path, her designer pearls taut against a venomous scowl. "Ruining the Carter name with cheap street art? That tacky painting? And this slutty look—parading around, spending Howard's money on your pathetic charity? You're ridiculous. A gold-digging manipulator twisting my son around your finger."

Mabel stepped towards the door, but my curiosity made her stop in her tracks. "Mabel?" I said she turned to me. "Yes?" "Carol? Who is that woman? Is she Mattia's co-worker? But he's a doctor." Mabel sighed for a moment. Maybe she wasn't sure whether to say that to me or not. "Carol is the daughter of Mr. Mattia's doctor. Because her father couldn't come, she replaced her father for Mr. Mattia's health check. Those who are trusted to check on Mr. Mattia's health while she's here."

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.

I never knew Robert is the lucky man’, Carla rejoiced, with enthusiasm and happiness written all over her face. ‘I have always looked good since I don’t sell fish in the market. And who told you I am getting married to Robert? Robert is just my sex toy. He isn’t rich enough to take care of me. You think everyone would be like you who go around dating a poor man and still sponsoring his education? No, my darling. I am not like you. I have class and taste. Have you ever had of the name Carlos Williams? He is the heir of the T & K Fashion Group. He is my soon to be husband. Can you now see the difference between us?’, Catherine boastfully asked, smirking and drawing the lines between her and he