Cheaper By The Dozen 3 Novels & Stories

Seeing Mandy speak up, Jack quickly followed suit. "That card with the 300 thousand dollars is still in my pocket, Mr. Lewis." "Shut up!" William roared, pointing at them. "You idiots! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" I crossed my arms, enjoying the spectacle as the three of them tore into each other. I said, "I gave you a chance, William, but you just couldn't make it work."

“This is a hunt, not a social hour.” “Connie, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Trillium pouted, her husky voice curled around the edges like a 1940’s movie star–all breath and high-pitched syllables. “Mavey and I are catching up. We can always catch some stupid rabbit or turkey or whatever later.” “It’s quail,” Connor corrects, pointing to his own copy of the list, “and wild boar, neither of which will come anywhere near us unless we are much quieter.”

"Under Carmoria's Marriage Law, cheating and abuse void marital trust. Ms. Warrington has every right to end it. And since you're the guilty one, you walk away with nothing. So yeah, you're signing." A bodyguard jammed a pen into his hand. Jason, totally wrecked, scribbled his name. The marriage cert vanished. In its place: the divorce decree. Four days. From "I do" to "I'm so done."

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "

It's so nice to catch up and see all the things I've missed out on while I was away. Right now I'm at a table with Noah, Grayson, and Em. She and Grayson had came out for the party leaving the kids with her mom. We're both talking about the latest episode of The Bachelor and laughing our heads off about all the overly attached girls on it while Noah and Grayson are talking about some baseball game. In the middle of our laughter Em's own ceases and she looks over my shoulder. I turn around to see what has caught her attention. It's Pierson.

His eyes shifted toward the trash bin near the door, where shards of glass glinted under the light. His shoulders relaxed slightly. Then, placing his coat aside, he pulled out a shopping bag containing a Louis Vuitton purse. “I didn’t get a chance to give you your gift yesterday,” he said. “I got this for you. Happy anniversary.” He set the bag on the bed. For a moment, I wondered if I had misheard him. Three years of marriage, and he finally remembered our anniversary? But then I glanced at the receipt—the purchase had been made just thirty minutes ago.

The abdomen slightly bulged and contained a formed embryo, roughly three months old. That was our child.

What was I now? Before my thoughts got the better of me, there was a soft knock at the door and in came Marcus and the woman that was here earlier. She wore a soft bay blue tank top and jeans that hugged her thighs and her feet were bare, exposing skin and polished toenails. I paid no mind to them as I slowly looked Marcus, allowing my vision to focus on him. “How are you feeling?” His voice was loud in my ears. I hushed him for a moment while I slowly sat upright in the bed. “It’s alright.” He said as he came cautiously to my side to help me sit up.

Knowing that he has also saved something special to me means the world to me. When I walked into the bedroom, it was decorated just how I expected. Straight line furniture and muted brown tones of bedding. It was masculine but fit Holden’s personality. Holden pick up a remote and pointed it towards the sound system. ‘Tangled Up in You’ by Stand started playing. Such a perfect choice of song. We have always been tangled in each other’s lives and nothing was going to tear us apart.

"This isn't up for discussion. I promise you this—if we have a second child, you can raise that one yourself." Ryan finally gave in through his tears. I sat alone in the car and burst into laughter. I laughed at the fact that everything I'd once believed was happiness had been nothing but layer upon layer of deception and betrayal. The two of them returned to the villa. I arrived thirty minutes later. I stepped out of the car, walked to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.