Helluva Boss Mrs Mayberry X Martha Novels & Stories

“That’s Martha, Grandma. She worked with Helia before he asked her to look after me. She’s cared for me all this while. She’s my housekeeper. But most times… she’s my friend.” Martha rises, graceful and warm, and comes to my side. “Mrs. Hills,” she says gently. “I’m so happy you’re well. I was worried sick when Helia informed us. Alexa couldn’t focus on anything else.” “Thank you, Martha,” I breathe. Relief washes through me. In Alexa’s storm, Martha was her lighthouse. “Thank you for being there for her. My little girl’s been through so much.” Martha nods. Her phone rings. She excuses herself, stepping out to answer it.

"Boss thinks you are useful to him." He clapped once and two armed men walked in. "You know what to do. Boss wants a clean job." The men approached her and Martha began to desperately pull at the ropes. The bindings only dug into her skin, her muffled screams filling the room. Her pathetic attempts only made the man cackle with laughter. "Your hole was the only good thing about you. Tight and squeezing despite how your lips said otherwise." "See you in hell, whore." That was the last thing Martha heard before something hit the back of her head, the blow knocking her out.

[What the hell?] [Who is this guy?] A deluge of question marks flooded Martha's side of the screen, overwhelming Martha's image. Sean sucked in a sharp breath. His face paled to a ghostly white, his body stiffening like a board. After a tense pause, Martha lunged toward the camera. "We had a break-in! No wonder my panties kept vanishing. They were stolen. Are you divorcing me because this creep is threatening you? Don't be scared, babe. This won't happen again. Let's work things out, okay?"

She said, her eyes still on the food she was eating. "That is no way to accept a proposal," I murmured. That got her attention. She dropped her cutleries and looked at me. "Should I be excited? it's fake isn't it?" "True." I nodded, chewing slowly. "So tell me, how exactly are you going to help me get revenge?" I paused. "Well Edward works for us, so it'll be easier." She laughed, "How is he working for you... wait," her head shot up, "Alex Mayfield? Mayfield of the Mayfield group?" She was clearly astonished.

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.

“Sweetheart, you’re truly my lucky star. Did you with Hina clean the Boss’s private room last night?” Emma nodded slightly, but what did that have to do with anything? “This morning, the Boss called me into his private room. He wants me to be his wife. We’ve made it, we’re rich now! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up, we’re moving into your new daddy’s mansion!” The more May spoke, the more excited she became. She had originally planned to go straight to his mansion and never come back to this place.

I chuckled and stared at the box in my hands. She clasped her hands. “Go now, love birds.” She turned to Lexa. “Take care of this young man.” Lexa’s cheeks blushed, but she smiled and answered, “I will, Mrs. Antonetta.” “I’m excited to meet Pepper Potts,” We heard her saying to the nurse as they returned inside. “Pepper Pots?” Lexa knitted her eyebrows and took the box from me. “Does Mrs. Antonetta have dementia or something?” she asked when she plopped herself inside the car.

They stayed in each other's arms for what seemed like forever until Mara remembered that her man was waiting and broke the embrace. "Look," she said taking Angela's hands in hers. "I'm all confused now and I just can't think of anything, but I will surely come up with something as soon as possible... before Monday. Don't worry, boss. Everything will be okay. We'll get out of this together and you'll be stronger for it." And then she hugged her again and held her even tighter than she had done before. From the way her shoulders were shaking, she knew her boss was crying and she couldn't help but shed a few tears herself as she felt the older woman cry on her shoulder.

Maryna’s sweet voice interrupted the room, and everyone turned to her in shock. Simon couldn’t even react. He blinked repeatedly as if trying to discern whether this was really happening. Before we could process our emotions, a shrill scream pierced the room, and an irritating voice cut through the atmosphere. “Security! Help! Security! There’s a crazy woman in the corridors of Mix, how did no one see this?” Hanna yelled, visibly frightened. Maryna’s posture changed completely, and she now looked angrier than when she had almost ripped off Bobby’s ear. “Crazy? You’ll see the crazy when I rip out your fake hair and make you swallow it!” Maryna shouted.

“May I ask you to come with me for five minutes ma’am.” “W-What?! H-Hey old man, I-I don’t play with people that are way older than me! T-That’s pedophilia!” I was about to run away but then two men suddenly hopped outside a black limousine and take a hold of me. “Who are you?! L-Let go of me!” “I apologize Miss Peruvian but our boss wants to see you so please cooperate,” Edward said again. “Boss? Who’s boss? Are you a member of a mafia?!”