Mad About Madeline Novels & Stories

The chaos inside the castle hit a fatal fever pitch. The massive LED screen flickered, and a high-def surveillance video started playing. The watermark in the corner read: **St. Luke's Private Clinic, Zurich. VVIP Ward. Three months ago.** In the footage, Seraphina—the woman who was always so frail in front of Julian that she needed him to feed her water—was wearing four-inch, red-bottomed Louboutins and swirling a glass of red wine.

The mugs printed with their cartoon faces had also disappeared. The ingredients he loved were still in the refrigerator, but because the power was cut, some vegetables had already begun to wilt and turn yellow. All the signs indicated she had left, not briefly but completely, erasing every trace of her existence. Matteo stood in the center of the living room, so angry he laughed. She really had some nerve! To force his hand and protest his marriage to Lucia, she had actually learned to run away from home. He pulled out his phone and skillfully dialed that number.

Blondie is staring right at me, a nasty, knowing smirk curling his lips. My chest caves in. I spin around and sprint toward the darkest booth in the back. I slide into the leather seat, trying to make myself invisible. Trolling feels even worse offline. My hands shake so badly that I set the coffee down. Then, I pull my phone from my pocket, desperate for a distraction. Maybe one second of normalcy? But the first thing that pops up is a video Aida sends to me with a message beneath: "Watch this!" I click on play, and Amara Ross's face fills my screen.

I muttered under my breath, the name tasting like a bitter curse. How was this even possible? How had that dull, insignificant girl not only escaped the consequences of her reckless behavior, but gone on to marry one of the country's most desired and most untouchable bachelors? And so quickly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The last I'd heard of Madeline, she'd been fleeing a medical clinic like a criminal. And now, less than a week later, she was posing for wedding photos like a fairy-tale princess, shielded by the name and influence of one of the most powerful families on the planet.

Sol was clearing the last of the chairs from the hallway with the focused efficiency of someone who processed emotion through physical activity, and Bea was on her phone already, fielding inquiries from the three journalists who had attended and were filing pieces before the afternoon. Madeline was standing at her office window. I went and stood beside her. "How do you feel?" I said. "Like I just jumped off something very high," she said. "And I am not yet sure whether I am falling or flying." "In my experience," I said, "those feel identical until you land." "That is not reassuring." "No," I said. "But it is true." She looked at the city outside. "He would have come today," she said. "If he

West added. "But Madeline cheated on him. Even though their family is rich, her Dad doesn't give Madeline money. Even though it's a Mafia Boss, he wants her son to be responsible. Madeline should be the Mafia Boss but because of her laziness is that her older brother will follow in their father's footsteps. Madeline is a very dangerous woman. Everything she sees approaching zach she follows and kills the family. Even an eleven year old child who approaches Zach is not she missed. So when Zach found out that Madeline was just using him, he was like a dragon who was disturbed by someone so a lot of fire came out of his mouth. not totally a fire. But worse than that. He said all the hurtful wor

“I had a slight headache that day,“ I admitted. It was partially true. Aiden's revelation of having been stalking me for the past three months did give me a slight headache. Zagreb's fingers brushed my cheeks. “You don't feel sick anymore.“ Shit. Get your fucking hands off me! “Yes, I'm all better now. Thanks for your concern.“ Right on cue, Constance walked in. “Doctor, your first patient has arrived.“ “Send her in.“ Turning to face Zagreb, I added, “I have a patient now. If you don't mind.“ “Sure. I'll be taking my leave. I'll see you after your shift is over?“

The inviting aroma of butter and vanilla permeated the air, fostering a cozy ambiance—an environment that was swiftly interrupted by Madeline's arrival. "For once, you're actually doing something correctly," Madeline mocked, resting against the counter with her arms folded. Kayla inwardly sighed but chose not to reply. She had realized long ago that interacting with Madeline only worsened the situation. Rather, she went on molding the dough, resolved to disregard her. Madeline, on the other hand, was not someone to be overlooked. She approached nearer, her pointed nails clicking on the counter. "It must feel good, right?" Receiving preferential treatment solely because you're an orphan in ne

"If I was not in such a good mood this wonderful morning, I would have fired you and CJ wouldn't have stopped me this time." Madeline starts scrolling through her phone. "But," she continues. "Since I'm in such a good mood, I'll forgive you this time. I'm going to do an interview with The Peoples Magazine about my perfect relationship with CJ and our wedding... God! The media is so stupid! They're buying all this bullshit?" I'm staring at her. Thinking. Thinking of a way I'll ruin her evil plans. " Don't just stand there and look at me!" she snorts. "Get to work!"

she said to Aadhya "you know boudi, in this 3 months dada was behaving like a mad man. He nor eat properly or slept. He only want to find you but that b*****d take you away from us. The day he kidnapped you from hospital dada got to know the truth. He was coming back to you. But you're gone till then. My dada is an idiot who didn't believe you hell he didn't even ask you the truth. He believes him. He broke you in a way that one girl can't imagine. But belive me he love you. I know you will think that I'm supporting him but no I'm with you if you want to leave him I will help you. I will take you with me and then make you marry the person who deserves you. " she said her feelings to her boud