Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

This woman was Lana, a name now synonymous with "overnight sensation." Under the relentless backing of Grayson Media, she had surged from a relative unknown to a household name in just six months, firmly cementing her place on the A-list. As the crowd surged, Chloe Bishop instinctively leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the woman on stage. Lana was undeniably a rare beauty—elegant, tall, and possessed of features so delicate they seemed carved from jade.

Adrian looked toward Lilith, she was standing near the table now and her movements were unsteady. He hesitated for a while before walking towards her. "Oliver?" Lilith whispered, her eyes searching the room. "Lilith." He called as he reached where she stood. She looked at him, for a moment, confusion crossed her face. "Adrian?" "Yes." She smiled faintly. "Have you seen Oliver?" "He's speaking with someone." "I want him." Adrian stepped closer, ignoring her. "You don't look well." "I'm fine." She tried to take a step, but her balance shifted, Adrian immediately caught her arm.

She still felt some pain in her ribs and although the makeup team had tried their best to cover the marks on her face. The strangulation marks from David’s hands were still visible on her neck, alongside several bruises on her arms. “But I would like to make a correction Lindsay,” “Of course, go ahead,” “From today, I no longer go by Tamara Caraballi but by Elena Sánchez. And no, I’m not engaged to David Windsor,” Lindsay blinked in surprise. “I’m not one to gossip but yes. I Did see all the buzz on the internet about you being the late Elena Windsor.

She took a delicate, slow sip from her water glass, seemingly untouched by the cold venom bleeding from my posture. "You're pretty direct, Alistair," she observed quietly, setting her glass down with a gentle touch. "Unfortunately, you're looking at me as an enemy, which is your first mistake. I didn't help your mother orchestrate anything, if that's what you're thinking. I am just a simple businesswoman." I sneered. "My instinct doesn't fail me, Lindsay Morris. Your timing is entirely too convenient." Lindsay offered a small, polite smile, the image of absolute corporate elegance. She leaned back slightly, her hands folding over her lap while her expression remained completely gentle.

Nicole Stratford bite her lips and concluded. When Maya Quentin heard what her friend, Nicole Stratford said, it felt as though a bowl of cold water was splash all over her at that point. She was left speechless with her mouth wide open in shock. When Miranda came bac, she had hoped that she didn't get an opportunity to get entangled in the bed of other rich and influential patron as she did with Lucas Grant. However, she didn't expect that Miranda would be so lucky to secure a rich man that could afford to give her his limitless black card for shopping.

'Hopeless with almost everything except for numbers. I doubt that. Ariston had told her that Lindsay was a brilliant mathematician and was currently teaching at a university in New York City. Looking at her sister-in-law, Lucette couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. Lindsay might have social anxiety, but she hid it remarkably well. Lucette was the one who felt and no doubt looked anxious about so many things.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

Dr Conway said before hanging up. Dylan sighed "My sister comes first, before anything else!" He reminded himself, he closed his eyes and tried to rest. But memories of the past wouldn't let him. He became frustrated and opened the cupboard at his bedside, he took out a cigarette and a lighter and went to the balcony. ... The lunch wasn't as awkward as Li Chen thought it would be, except for the weird stares they were getting from the people in the restaurant. Everyone else were dressed to impress. It was a really fancy place so seeing Anna and Li Chen dressed so simply would definitely gain people’s attention.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

The next day at noon, I arrived at the cafe early. I ordered a long black and sat in the farthest corner to wait. A little past 12:00 pm, Lindsay walked in. She had short hair, wore a white shirt, and wore barely any makeup. She sat down quietly and ordered a vanilla latte. She was so ordinary that she was almost plain. But I saw the ranking above her head at a single glance, and in first place was Lionel. My husband was the most important person in her life, and she, too, was his; the two rankings interlocked end to end, like a closed circle.