Madam Chapter 40 Novels & Stories

Kelly whines even more, unknowing to her, the more words she vomits out her mouth, the darker the faces of the men watching from the dark. “I am old but as a young lady, you should be more reserved and speak nicely to everyone and not only the elderly. How on earth did a caring and nice person as madam get entangled with a walking curse as you?” Madam Grace dared not hold back her words. She had been with the Don for the longest time and it was safe to know she was not someone to mess around with.

Which meant it was probably a lie. --- For the first time in my life... I felt absolutely nothing for him. No love. No sadness. No regret. Nothing. The man I once loved no longer existed. And maybe he never had. --- Suddenly a maid rushed into the room. Her face was pale. "Sir!" Camden frowned. "What is it?" The maid looked terrified. "There's someone outside asking for Madam Maddie." My brows furrowed. "For me?" The maid nodded nervously. "Yes."

At once, Third Madam reached out, picked up a sweet pancake from the table, and took a bite. As dusk crept in and the sky darkened, Old Madam finally decided to retire for the night. The third madam immediately went to her side to escort her inside, with Audrey trailing closely behind. Everyone rose and bowed in unison. “Good night, Chairwoman.” Once they were gone, Lovett leaned in and whispered to Alexander, “I forgot to tell you—your mom is suspicious…” Alexander gave a small nod. He already knew. Inside the bedroom, Third Madam helped the matriarch settle onto the bed. Almost immediately, Old Madam fixed her with a probing look.

“Remember to stay quiet after I start the ritual. You can only speak at the appointed times. Call me ‘mother’ to indicate my role. Gods like obedient children.” Madison changed again. Her smooth skin seemed to fade away. My eyes widened as I saw scars start to appear on her body. Slashes and burns emerged from her pale, flawless skin. A large scar on her stomach was crossed by claw marks. She looked sad and embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe she actually was the Phantom.

​ He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in Ava’s ear, “I’m glad you were our first. Now, we’ve both introduced one another to exciting new experiences!” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ​ Madison paced up and down the seventh-floor hallway, wracking her brain, trying to figure out her next move. Her agreed upon forty percent burned a hole in her pocket, but she was in the clear.

Charles sat beside them, one hand on Fiona’s, his gaze distant, yet filled with something like resolve. Just as Fiona closed her eyes, savoring the moment of peace, the door swung open, and the unmistakable presence of Madam Jamaica Billion filled the room. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she walked in, her silver-gray dress immaculate and commanding. “Ah,” she said, with a small, pleased smile, her gaze flickering from Fiona to Charles, her eyes glimmering with approval. “The deed is done, then.” Fiona rose slowly, a little overwhelmed by the appearance of Jamaica. “Madam Jamaica, we.”

“ Damian , this…..this……this is unbelievable . “ said madam Diana . Damian looked at her expression and noticed that something big must have happened for his mother , a woman who always kept her calm even in the most irritating situations had become so nervous looking and a total mess . Madam Diana sat on the couch and drank the tea the secretary brought in . She sighed a little then took out a file and gave it to Damian . Before he could speak again , Damian ordered the secretary to go out and close the door , not allowing anyone in . His secretary nodded her head in conformation and closed the door as he requested then left .

(Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction.) LACY I walk down the building with my head up high, even higher when everyone pauses to let me walk through. Their eyes shift to me, and the murmurs start. “Is that Madame X?” “Fuck, she's hot.” “Oh my— I've never seen her before.” “How do you know she's the one?” “Can't you see the scar on her right thigh?”

Margaret, the family's butler who had witnessed the scene, rushed forward to soothe the situation. Miss Madison, I didn't know you were coming. She asked, her face holding a flattering smile. Do I have to inform you before I visit my own home? Madison snapped at the butler. Where is my mother?... Madam is tending to her flowers on the terrace. The butler replied with a stiffened smile. Get out of my way Madison said, pushing the young maid aside as she made her way to the terrace. Mom! Madison called out to her mother, who was indeed tending to her favourite Anthurium flowers.

I couldn't help but smile as my eyes soften upon seeing the child. END OF CHAPTER 40