Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson Novels & Stories

The rest of their meal went uneventfully. Jessica Ballard offered to pay, then recommended Sophie some fruit juice when she refused to have coffee. They talk further about the senate, then a little bit about Meadow Lane. Jessica Ballard disclosed that she owned some of their shirts, as well as her mother. "Mother was thrilled when she heard you owned Meadow Lane. She said if Mrs. Whitaker and Mrs. Beckett are both wearing it, she'll finally have an excuse to replace her wardrobe."

Coffee actually in her hand and steaming which meant she had made it in the last five minutes. She looked up when I came in. Read my face immediately the way she always did. "It is ready," she said. Not a question. "Marcus confirmed this morning." She set her coffee down. Something moved across her face. Not relief exactly. The thing underneath relief. The thing that happens when you have been holding tension for so long that the news of its ending does not feel real yet. "When do we move," she said. "Today," I said. "I want to move today."

Jefferson then turned to Celena and bowed his head respectfully, "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cole. My name is Jefferson Collins, and I'm so sorry for causing you such a fright!" In reality, Jefferson was the one more nervous than Celena, for he could not believe that he was speaking to the commander-in-chief's wife herself!

Jackson’s hand, hidden under the table, brushed against his for the briefest moment a silent thank you. Mr. Jefferson pulled out his phone and dialed a number with steady fingers. His voice dropped into that calm, commanding register that carried authority without needing volume. “It’s Jefferson. Call a meeting with the board. Circulate a memo. Yes, only internal. No leaks, no media. This stays within Maddox.” He ended the call and looked back at them. “You’ve both stepped into a storm. Know this leadership is not applause or headlines. It is blood, sleepless nights, and choices that make enemies. Are you prepared for that?”

The Vane name, a symbol of unshakeable power was now a warning. I asked, "What do I do first?" Though I think I already knew the answer. Mrs. Gable said, "You do what a seed does Hannah. You break open. You let the old shell go. You start to grow into the space she left for you. The legal battle will be long. The lawyers will try to claim these journals are hearsay or that the statute of limitations has passed.. The people... The people whose names are in those books... They don't care about statutes. They care about home." I looked down at the journal again. The last entry was dated a week before her death. It wasn't a list of numbers or names. It was a letter.

"You little slut! How dare you touch my husband? You'll pay for this! I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me!" Mrs. Gray was merciless. She ripped Naomi's clothes to pieces, and Naomi's screams tore through the office, sending shivers down everyone's spine. I stayed hidden in the corner and called the police. Half an hour later, they arrived and promptly took everyone involved into custody. I didn't sit idle either. After sending the photos I had secretly taken to Vivian, I forwarded my pre-written resignation to HR. "Mrs. Gray storms the company and tears apart husband's mistress. Mistress stripped in public."

"You can never hide your lies, Alice Towers. I can see through all of them." "It's Alice Jenkins," Alice sticks her tongue out at Megan. Megan scoffs. "Are you keeping his name?" "We are not talking about this in the toilet of my in-laws whom you need to go and apologize to." Alice pushes Megan out of the door and sighed when Megan huffs and clicks her heels and leaves. She stares at herself in the mirror for a while. Alice lifts her long hair up and reveals her low cut dress showing off her rounded breasts thanks to the temptation's bra she wore. She shook her head and covered herself with her hair and left the toilet. There was no need for temptation tonight.

The door wasn't even open yet, but I could already hear them chatting joyfully with each other. When the door swung open, they were greeted by the sight of their belongings stacked in a pile in the living room. The elation they felt at winning some money disappeared in an instant when they spotted me sitting on the couch. "Zack Fairfield, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed today? Why the hell did you move all our things out of our room?" Matthew demanded furiously. My tone was glacial and emotionless when I replied, "I already said I was going to divorce Meredith. This house belongs to me. You should go back to where you belong."

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.

Now, the whole country believes the possibility that she has something to do about the child's abduction. "I loved Andrew, no matter what everybody say about me. I never asked him for anything. I even returned the house he bought for me and my son." Mrs. Higgins threw a solid crystal at the television causing for the monitor break into pieces. Every servant present immediately left her sight because they don't want to be the focus of her rage. She was panting with her clenched fist already turning white. "That b*tch!" She screamed. Nobody dared to speak because no one, especially not Jackson Higgins expected for little boy to escape his men. He doesn't only feel stupid, but also humiliated.