Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

she waved her hand like it was nothing, “There were so many missing people at that time, my file just got lost in a pile somewhere, I’m sure.” “So they never found you?” She shook her head as an answer. “Where can I find you?” She looked over at me with a blank look in her eyes, as if the light was draining from them in front of me. “No… wait! Come back! How do I stop him?!” I woke up on my side, covered with goosebumps from the cold concrete ground and the memory of my dream. Who was the woman? Was she really Dylan's mom? Did Dominic really kill her? Or am I just being paranoid and having messed-up dreams because of my hormones?

If anyone alive could confirm that I was my father’s daughter, it was him. After speaking with Henry, Orion immediately drove us to Dawson’s. Nothing could have prepared me for the conversation I overheard outside their door. “Fine!” Mrs. Dawson snapped, sounding frustrated and exhausted. “I did try to get someone killed, but I was desperate.” My entire body froze. For a second, I thought I had misheard her. Beside me, Orion immediately stopped moving and turned to look at me, his expression mirroring my shock. “Jesus,” Dawson hissed under his breath. “Who did you try to kill?”

Dorothy smiled bitterly. "What's my worth?"

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Dorothy was very happy, but she still snorted as she said, “It would not be a problem for me to become your assistant. After all, we graduated from a prestigious university majoring in economics and management. So, I’m definitely more than qualified to become your assistant. However, you can just forget about giving me double the annual salary. I’m not lacking in money, and the reason why I’m constantly relying on you is simply because I have a good relationship with you. So, if I were to work together with you, even if I do not make money, I would still feel very comfortable about it.” Quinn held onto Dorothy’s arm and smiled as she said, “Aww! Dorothy, you’re finally speaking the truth tod

“What? Do you mean she’s daughter of Charles Carter, the CEO of Waylon Realty?” Dorothy ran a construction materials business and 70% of the Assex family’s income came from Waylon Realty. Hence, there was no way that she did not know Charles. However, Charles never heard about her. At the moment, feeling shocked, she was bereft of speech and could only stare blankly at Zoey Carter. As Zoey looked back at Dorothy, she asked softly, “Are you Uncle Rockefeller’s wife? Haven’t you both already divorced?”

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.

In a pack where his identity has always been defined by his future role, the idea that someone sees beyond it is both terrifying and exhilarating. "I've watched you for years," Dorothy continues, her artist's eye for detail evident in her words. "How you slip away to the lake when the expectations become too much. How do you help the pups learn to swim every summer without being asked? The way you leave food by old Mrs Harmon's door but never take credit." She takes a deep breath, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "I notice things. It's what I do. And everything I've noticed about you... I've liked."