La Madrastra Cast Novels & Stories

“Are you serious we’re calling Lando and not Madam? She’s Boss’s wife! All of Boss Frank’s wealth should go to Madam!” “You’re right! We need to find Ma’am,” another agreed. As Winson, Mrs. D, and Lorain were about to leave, one of Frank’s men approached them. “Madam Lorain! Thank God I found you! Boss Frank is in critical condition. He needs you!” the man said. “Who is he?” Mrs. D asked. “It’s a long story…” “And why is he calling you Madam?” Mrs. D questioned again. “You and your mom go ahead, Winson. I have to see my husband,” Lorain said seriously.

Everyone held their breath, watching him walk to the center of the lawn. He lifted the microphone, and his steady voice boomed. “I, Conrad Parker, am the true heir of the Boyds. Charlie Boyd and his mother are nothing but a malicious lover and an illegitimate child.” The revelation stunned the guests. “You’ve completely lost your mind!” Charlie shrieked. “You lie in front of hundreds of people! “Don’t bother trying to make a run for it. The mental hospital will take you immediately. You’ll stay there for life!” Conrad only flicked him a sidelong glance and ignored him.

They walked together across the hall, weaving between clusters of guests until they reached the grand buffet table The matriarch clasped her hands neatly behind her back and turned to face her. “Tell me, my dear,” she began, “do you know who I am?” Cassandra blinked. What kind of question was that? She shifted uneasily, her throat suddenly dry. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted softly. The woman inclined her head with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You may call me Madam Matilda. I am the matriarch of the female members of Nordau Bloc.”

I clutch my son closer to my chest as I make a sharp break into the maid’s quarters. Nadia opens the door almost instantly after my hurried, almost-banging knock. She’s one of the younger women from the caravan who stayed with Zahra’s household after the journey. Sweet-faced, warm and patient. And somehow completely obsessed with my child. She bursts into laughter immediately she gets a look at my disheveled appearance. I scowl at her. “It’s not funny.” She wheezes, clutching to the door. She snorts softly and takes my son from my arms carefully.

On the flip side, his beautiful mom was none other than Maeve. Jasper looked up and saw Maeve. She looked cool and beautiful sitting on the motorbike, but somehow, Jasper felt irritated. He missed me. Maeve came over and touched Jasper's head. "What? Are you so unhappy to see me?" Jasper sobbed, "Ms. Leighton, my mom is gone. I'm afraid she'll never show up again." Maeve could not contain the smile on her face. "What are you afraid of? She can leave. I have your back. Haven't you always hoped that I could be your mommy?"

I uttered nervously and scratched my eyebrow. Is this her grandmother? She looks scary, indeed! "I'm looking for Magda," I said. "I brought some food for her," I added and smiled awkwardly. I scratched the back of my head. I was devastated when her eyes narrowed as if she were reading me. "Who's Magda?" she asked confusedly. "There's no Magda here. Go away!" the old lady scolded me and turned her back. I panicked. I hold the gate quickly to avoid closing it. She stopped because of what I did.

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

He nodded and asked her in his low voice, "Where is Heer?" "Ma'am is in the study, sir," she answered him. "Fine," he replied and walked towards the study. The maid started mopping the floor while looking at Sanam's moving back from the corner of her eye. She knows that Heer tries to get in touch with someone through the call but she can't rat out against her to her master because one of Sanam's commands is to mind your own business. She doesn't know what will happen to Heer now but she prays for her in her heart because Heer's true innocence is visible in her chocolate eyes.

he yelled without turning back and quickly left the place. “Did he just say old? Hah! Who is he calling old?” Aleister said to himself with an annoyed toned. He just wore his shooting earmuffs again and picked his gun and went back to target shooting. Meanwhile, the briefing for the show has ended and the director offered Madison together with the other cast and staffs to have lunch together. They are now at a restaurant and eating together while having a little discussion. “So, Madison, what was your secret? You are an icon in the medical field,” said by one of the host, Amanda.