Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

“You are not behaving like a princess here, are you? You should be grateful that Claudia and Declan are taken care of you. They have washed the dirt out of your body. You are lucky to be here at all.” I said nothing. I just sat down and kept my face calm, even though her words sliced me up like a blade. Then Claudia spoke sharply in a accusing manner. “She is not producing an heir, Mae. She has been married for three years and there is still no child.” Aunt Mae narrowed her eyes and then turned to look at me and said coldly, “she better not be barren like a dried wood. She should be producing children. That is her only purpose.” I felt my face grow hot, but I did not speak. I could not speak

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

My nails were ruined and embedded with dried and skin from the scratches I gave the goons. My long black hair was matted and tangled. Some of it stuck to my head with dried blood from my scalp. My clothes were dirty and with the nasty bruises peppering my face and arms, I was a site to behold. Madam Claire walked up to me and bent in a squat beside me. She had Merra pour her a cup of water and she offered it to me. "Here, drink" I pushed her hand away and she splashed the cup of water on my face.

Claudia hurried to the kitchen and started arranging the food ingredients on the kitchen counter. "This is a nice way to start," she said and smirked mischievously. Claudia's intention was obvious. She was trying to propose friendship to Maureen and was going to put up a good girl act to show Maureen she argued with often that she was a changed person. She was going to lie that she realised how good as a person Maureen was when she supported her (Claudia) over Hannah's, her best friend's death. Such a witch! As she organised the ingredients, she was happy and hummed a tune whilst wiggling her shoulders.

Clap, Clap, Clap. “Bravo.” Claudia stayed silent for a moment. Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across her face Like a child Caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Mr Graham,congratulations on your new rating.” And that was Mrs Claudia Dumont,the chairwoman of Mont Group. “Thank you,Mrs Claudia.My wife,Maliyah Graham.”I introduced,gesturing at Maliyah whom I had kept by my side since we got here. “It’s nice to meet you.”Mrs Claudia said with a smile. “Likewise.”Maliyah replied,shaking hands with her. “Oh,I’d like you to meet my son.I hope you two can become acquainted,he can learn a lot from you.”The woman turned around and called.

she said, trying to reconnect it with firm resolve. "I am Claudia Evermore, a scientist. I'm 37 years old." The screen flared with the same devil signal, and a stronger, punishing surge of electricity shot through her body.

SYNOPSIS ‘What about us Guy? Don’t you care about me and the baby?’ When I was asked to act as a kissogram for dishy Guy Hamilton, I didn’t mind. After all, I was doing it for charity. But somehow things didn’t turn out quite as expected. Guy looked much too angry when he saw me, so I decided to tease him a little. Unfortunately the plan backfired, and now I’m stuck in Arabia with him and his maddening teenage daughter! Still, it could be worse; I could have fallen for him and he could be carving my name - Claudia Maitland - on his bedpost. He’s way out of my league and I know I’d never be able to hold him. So why oh why do I keep hoping that this holiday will last forever?

"You've been sneaking around for years. Who even knows if Maia's mine? And now you want my money for you and your kid? Dream on!" Claire broke down, tears and mascara streaking her face. "Maia is your daughter! And now I'm stuck with this stupid system—I could die any day! Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" Their shouting nearly turned into another fight, and the doctor had to call security. Even with guards standing there, nothing changed. For years, Bruno dumped Maia on me while blowing his paycheck on nightlife. Forget savings—he'd already burned through everything this month. Claire was no better. Every month, she pocketed cash from Bruno, spent it on men in private clubs, t