La Madrastra Cast Novels & Stories

"I am Thalia Ashcroft" "No, Ma'am. Your name is Natalia Ashton. You are twenty-seven and have no known allergies. You’ve been in our system before." Thalia scoffed "Yeah right. I'm not stupid. Where is my husband? Bring him in" "Husband? Do you mean your boyfriend?" The nurse supplied. For some reason, what she said triggered Thalia making her explode in anger. "NO! I DON'T MEAN BOYFRIEND. GIDEON THANE IS MY HUSBAND!"

Madri drove her tongue into Callista's mouth, tasting the girl, and let Callista drive slide her tongue into her throat. "Your turn," Madri said, grabbing the girl's t-shirt and quickly whipping it over her head. She put her palm on Callista's right breast, letting her fingers sink into the flesh. She pushed the girl back, first onto her butt, and then onto her back on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. Madri unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it off. She unhooked her bra and removed it as well. Now both women were topless in their skirts. Madri bent over Callista, putting both hands on either side of her head. Her breasts hung down, her warm brown nipples hovering just inches above Callist

This drama was far more entertaining! Meanwhile, Maxwell gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards, silently ordering them to stand down. By now, the reporters had surrounded Madison. Some asked about her identity while others pressed her for her connection to Camila. Madison immediately grabbed a microphone from one of them. She trembled with rage as she shouted, "Let me tell you the truth! This old hag was a mistress when she was younger!

“This room belongs only to Master and, of course, to Madame.” My brows furrowed. Madame? “Master has a wife?” one of the new maids blurted, echoing my own shock. “Yes,” Estrella said flatly. “She’s abroad right now, attending to business. But word is, she’ll be returning this month.” The other maids suddenly squealed with delight. “Wow, we’re so excited to meet her!” I rolled my eyes inwardly. Their eagerness smelled like flattery. “Remember,” Estrella continued coldly, “if anyone dares enter this room without permission, the price is your life. You’ve heard the rumors about this mansion, haven’t you?”

Madam Greta had gotten herself busy in order not to overthink herself with everything going on in the house. When Enzo returned from dropping Madison at school, he met her and reminded her of her role in hiding Maya from him. He made it clear that he would not forgive her easily but would let it go for the main time. Madam Greta exhaled but turned sharply once she heard Madison's voice. "You are back! What's the time? Are you done?" Madam Greta asked. "No, but I need to know exactly what happened with Kyle. I need to know what happened to him and why I haven't gotten ahold of him today." Madison's hands went to her waist and stayed there. She is not going to leave until she learns everything

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.