La Madrastra Cast Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

It's like her father's death made a gap on their family, slowly ripping them apart and Serra always took the effort on getting all the pieces back again. She turned and headed toward the field. The farm was a bit far so she ran. The wind hit her face sending tendrils of hair flying behind her head. Her heart hammering against her chest as she come near the field. There she saw Maddy, short and chubby; her hair was short like a man's haircut. Her face was very annoying to look at: big puffy eyes, wrinkled forehead, a long overgrown nose full of blackheads and a chapped lip. She was talking to someone. If she saw Serra now she would be shouting loudly across the field, calling her names. But l

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

“Walking around like she owns the place just because she spent the night with him.” The other scoffed. “As if she could compare to Madam Celeste. She’s elegance. This one’s just… cheap.” Madam Celeste? “What are you all doing, get off to work! Is this a place to chat!?” Marata, the oldest maid, scolded them, making them jump and flee away. When she turned to me, her face softened and gave me the kindest smile, “Don’t listen to them, Elina. They are just trouble makers.”

Magdalena walked toward the door. “Mother, it’s me, Magdalena. You didn’t recognize me?” she replied coldly, rolling the suitcases up to the door. “And this is Sara, my daughter.” Nazi stared at them in disbelief. “Magdalena? And this is Sara? What are you doing here? You came?” “Of course we came, mother. What, did you think we would just appear by ourselves?” There was no warmth or longing in Magdalena’s voice. “Move aside. I’m bringing the suitcases in.”

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha