La Madrastra Cast Novels & Stories

Madisyn questioned, squinting up at him after he ended the call. Caesar crouched down in front of the girls, noticing how much they resembled Amaliah, sharing her gray eye color and wearing matching pendants. "My name is Caesar Masterson. I'm a friend of your mother's," He answered. "What are your names?" "I'm Madisyn, and she's Micaela," Madisyn replied. "Will you bring Pedro back to us?"

They chorused, and I turned to Mona who pouted her mouth childishly. "What's the matter, Mona? Why do you want to see me urgently?" I asked. I could see tears circulated in her eyes before I could say another word, they came running down her cheeks. "Mona? What happened dear child? You look so sad" I held her hands, and she sniffed hard. "Lady Delia, is my friend still alive?" She said those words even if tears didn't let her say it properly. "Mona Lisa, I would never lie to you. Madison is still alive, but she's with the masters in the valley. Master Stone had gone there to see her, and to bring her back to the castle" I explained, and she stared at me sadly.

Flora argued simply as she held her already pale son firmly in her embrace. "Who are you to stop me?" Old Master Hart growled. "I Am" The voice boomed out giving Old Master Hart a slight shock. "Madison?" He managed to call out in between his breath, his eyes almost came out of his sockets when he saw Scoot the CEO of S & S, judging by the closeness they had something going on. "Aunty" Russell came out of his Mother's tight embrace to embrace Madison. "How are you?" She patted his hair slightly.

That gaze remained soft the entire time, scanning the area, with a figure from nowhere coming up right next to him. I beheld the sight before me, watching as those forms made their way in. Arms linked in each other's, figures strolling side by side, I caught a pang in my chest merely by the smile which had crossed the face of the lady who waddled in here with Kristoffer. Maddison. Motioning for her to go first, Kristoffer held back, and in a minute, they were making their way to a table kept a the end of the room.

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

A woman’s elderly voice speaks, and I don’t need to be told to who’s voice it is. Madam Mara. The head of The Montavelli Order. I look back at the table, and there they are. Right next to the Sabel Serpents. The Montavelli Order. The owners of this fort… the kings of this territory. They are all old-money-looking folks in stiff coats and ceremonial pins. I stare at Madam Mara. An elderly, sharp-eyed woman who’s smoking from a tobacco pipe. She has all white hair that’s held into a firm ponytail, and her eyes are fixed stubbornly on Salvatore.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

THE WRONG BAIT Don Marco's POV My gaze swept over Rosalia's disheveled form, my expression unreadable. "Madonna, take our heroine inside to the bathroom and give her something to change into," I ordered my maid, with my deep voice firm. "A top and blue jeans. Something practical, then accompany her back to this room." I sharply declared in a low but harsh tone. Madonna nodded and tapped her shoulder. Rosalia stood up with her pale face and followed behind Madonna, all through the fully guarded corridor.

I watched ahead at the red carpet that led into the front door of the tall house like a tongue protruded out of a mouth. " You've got this, Layla. " Maddy says from beside me and I looked back at her. Maddy's dressed in a glittering blue bodice dress, her hair brushed to the side as she'd wanted them to be done. And for once in a lifetime she was wearing proper make up. I on the other hand was dressed in a floating fish tailed yellow dress that exposed my cleavage. My hair is pulled into a ponytail as I wasn't exactly dressed up yet for the show. I was running two minutes late.

I also looked at her with confusion. It seemed that Maddie didn’t remember a thing about what she did or what happened to her during the whole day today. “Just give your mind and body some time, and you will remember everything, Maddie. Don’t rush or else you will be in more pain.” Mayra instructed her calmly and looked at me. “We have a few injured warriors coming our way, Beta Rita. I am get going now.” She informed me and I nodded in response. Maddie stayed quiet, looking lost. Sebastian was now sitting behind her awkwardly. She was leaning on him for support.