Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson Novels & Stories

" The maid bobbed her head and rushed to the cellar. The heavy door groaned open— And a scream tore through the silence. "Don! Something's wrong!! Mrs. Corleone... she's dead! And there's a dead baby beside her!"

"She wanted me to be a shadow. She wanted me to be 'Mrs. Wolfe'—the silent partner." I pushed the accelerator to the floor, the old engine roaring in protest. "I’m done being a partner," I said. "And I’m done being a shadow." We reached the Wolfe Medical Center just as the sun began to burn through the smog. It was a palace of glass, untouched by the chaos. On the giant screen in the lobby, the image of the baby was still playing—a loop of "perfection" designed to stabilize the markets. I stepped out of the truck, helping Ethan stand. He was pale, leaning heavily on me, but the light in his eyes was clear. He pulled a small, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket—the note I had left on the

The elevator doors were about to close when Damon suddenly reached out and pressed the door open button and said to her, “Aren’t you coming in?” Jeanette quickly shook her head and backed into the crowd waiting for the elevators. The elevator door slowly closed. Parker quietly asked, “Sir, the missus, she—” “From now on, there’s no need to show her special treatment in the office. And don’t mention the words ‘missus’ or ‘Mrs. Godfrey’ again.”

Tears rush down my face as I listen to the conversation at the other end of the line. Dear goddess, I've been so stupid. I was working with the real enemy, and I had no idea. “You don’t care about her at all?” the lady asks. “Care?” Jefferson laughs, “She’s a tool, nothing more. That sexy lingerie you have on your machine body holds more value to me than Rhea Luther.” The lady chuckles and says, “Then, maybe we should ignore the phone entirely.” Jefferson hums as if he’s kissing the said lady. “Maybe we should.”

“Aunt Jules.” Serenity changed the way she addressed Mrs. Marshall.

Megan finished another bottle of champagne on the way back to the house and had all but stripped James of his self-control by the time they left the limousine. “Shit,” Jeremy said at the door, and she saw him stoop and grab something. “What was that?” Jacinta asked. “Some gross-as teddy bear,” Megan replied, her tone laden with disgust. “What is the idea behind that?” Emily felt as if she had plunged into an icy pool. “It is alright, Em,” Owen put his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair. “Put it in a f-king bag!” Seb said from inside the house. “And don’t touch it. Jeremy, let Aaron know. The f-ker knows where we live and got in past security.”

“Yes, ma'am, that is why you shouldn't let him know you will be going out." Uhn? “Mr. Jeff and his friend will be going out tomorrow, and they won't be back until noon." Really? How did he know that? “I heard them talking about it on my way here." Oh, okay. Well, that won't be a big issue. Jeff won't even know I am not in the house. “We'll leave the house tomorrow as soon as they leave." “Yes, ma'am." He bowed his head and left. My P. A reminds me of Alicia, the only person I had ever trusted in my life.

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

"Anyone who bullies Hazel Sweeney again, I'll break their neck!" Everyone was stunned. I only felt irony; it was just another farce of someone betting with others to win me over. When he gave me priceless jewelry, I did not even bother opening the box; I simply donated it, saying I had plenty of such things. The next day, he sent even rarer, more expensive pieces. He took me to a Mafia family dinner, yet I showed up in a bikini. When someone mocked me for being unruly and dressed like a prostitute, he immediately canceled his partnerships with those companies and acquired them!

And Jane, despite not knowing the truth, she's not willing to give up on her marriage easily. Mr. Jefferson noticed my expression and immediately brightened. "Oh no, dear, no tears at my party! This is a celebration! Jane found out about my ridiculous plan and told me that no matter what I do, she's never going to leave. Which means I get to spend my remaining time being absolutely insufferable, and she can't complain! It's perfect!” "You both have made a difficult decision, Mr. Jefferson," I said. "But I'm pleased to inform you that your wife will surely be able to hold on and survive because..." I intertwined my fingers with Alex's. "Alex has managed to.”