Mad About Madeline Novels & Stories

That damn drink. “You drugged me,” i breathed. Madeline’s smile didn’t waver. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it.” I shoved the covers away and stood, rage boiling under my skin. “You think this will change anything? That I’ll marry you now?” “I think,” Madeline said, crossing her legs slowly, “the press would love this story. Especially with all the photos I took.” I turned to her, disgusted. “You’re insane.”

"I'm leaving in a month. When I'm not here, people aren't very respectful of Jonathan. He isn’t part of the Scott family after all." Jonathan Miller. Owen always had a disapproving look when he heard this name. He was just a low-level employee who had somehow managed to capture Madeline's heart. Madeline was so in love that she refused to have an arranged marriage with any business partner. Eventually, he had agreed to the engagement after much consideration, though the wedding had yet to happen. After the engagement, Madeline had voluntarily left for overseas to manage the small assets of the Scott family. Over the years, she had done remarkably well.

But I was still curious about what made Madeline special. Was it her looks or her attitude? She was close to his friends too, so how could he accept her but not forgive me after I made one mistake? I entered the room where Madeline's bag lay open and immediately began searching through it. I found the small empty bottles she had been using, the ones she poured into patients’ eyes to wake them. It made me wonder how she prepared it. If I could duplicate it, would I finally be seen as worthy of respect? Was it her intelligence that held Elgin and Graham so tightly?

I got up to stretch tiredly and headed to the kitchen to get Marin and myself a beer. With the way things were going, there seemed to be no way to get her out of our lives for good. When I came back to the living room, two bottles of beer in hand, I noticed Marin smiling crazily like a cat that had swallowed the canary. “Have you found something?” I asked, my tone suddenly hopeful. “I may or may not, depending on how you answer this question.” “Okayy?” “You have been saying that the woman, Madeline, seems to have a mental incapacity of some sorts. How accurately can you confirm this?”

Madie didn't have much for lunch, the kids wanted to eat plenty, so she let them. Sitting on the swing, Madeline swayed her feet gently, taking out her food. The chocolate on the doughnut stick a bit in the wrapper and she hurriedly licked it off. Yummy! She continued eating and drinking the food, her feet swaying gently on the floor. It wasn't rainy today, but it wasn't sunny either. The weather was just right. Drinking from her strawberry drink, she stopped because a heard a crack somewhere at her back. Like a stick.

He quickly extracted all the data he could from Clarice's computer, including her encrypted private album. It contained countless images of the decadent lifestyle she had led when she was studying abroad. She was notorious for being a mistress and loved being part of large parties. There was even a recorded audio of her bribing a professor. “Maybe soon you will know that what goes around, comes around.” Liam smirked before saving all of the documents he had accessed. It was well into midnight by then. Clarice was enjoying a face mask session while scrolling through social media when a strange message popped up on her computer.

She had just gotten off the phone with Celine and was so annoyed that she left her customer at the club behind. "That’s your fault, too. You got too complacent with her. You were too hopeful that if she just made herself look like Rihanna, Dustin would fall into your trap. Didn’t you notice? That woman got too comfortable with her life as a famous model and Dustin’s fiancée." Madeline said coldly as she sat in her wheelchair. "Where’s my hot tea?" she added, groping for the center table in front of her where the cup was placed. Shane quickly handed it to her.

I chuckled, "How can you say so?" "First, I wasn't born yesterday to believed that kind of lie at the same time thought nothing happened the two of you. I am completely aware, Andy. Second, look at yourself. I am not an idiot to think he took off your clothes and change it because nothing change at all!" Madeline tell me all of her conclusions at once. I shouldn't be surprised because knowing her? Madeline is not easy to deceive since we're college, everyone trying to compete with her and nobody win because she's wise and still carry that attitude.

Then a hiss came from inside, so loud that Madeline's eardrums hurt. "Madeline!!!! You want to drive our PR department crazy, right? Believe it or not, I'll get a rope and hang myself!" Madeline was scolded with a questionable face. She held the microphone away from her ear while she tapped on Twitter to look at it. This look does not matter, almost blacked out, fainted. "SHIT, Rita, are you crazy? You're not adding fuel to the fire?" Seeing such a big reaction from Madeline, Jennifer also came up.

"You left me here all by myself to do all the work." "Oh dont be so dramatic, I haven't been hiding at all, I was just held up running countless errands at the office before coming here." I replied with an eye roll. Hazel huffed, closed her MacBook and then looked down at me with a small frown on her face. "Well love I should warn you that our dearest madam madeline is in a bad mood today. She has been barking orders all day like this is a freaking war zone and we are her newest cadets." She frowned deeper, cocked her head to the side and then gestured it to where my boss, madeline ford was standing in an outrageously tight red dress and a contorted face smeared up with what could be a dozen