Madam Novels & Stories

While I was still admiring the house, a woman approached me. She was tall and slender, her hair slicked back into a bun, and she was wearing a red pencil skirt and white shirt. She wore a wide, unnerving smile as she stood before me. "Hello, Miss Sinclair. I am Madison, your marriage lawyer and legal adviser." I took Madison's handshake, but it was surprisingly soft for a woman who looked like she had worked in corporate since she was two. We began to walk side by side into the house, and I couldn't have been more impressed. "Mr. Sterling has explained everything to me, so you don't have to worry about me. Follow me to the dressing room."

I may not be a real maid, but I don't tolerate people looking down on others based on their status. "Why not? Don't judge a book by its cover, madam. It hurts to be looked down on! And by the way, Who are you, anyway?" I asked. "His mother!" she replied confidently, with a smirk. I burst out laughing. I'm quite sarcastic, too. I couldn't believe it. Madam looks so young, like a teenager. I guess they're just blessed with baby faces. I thought she was Zac's cousin or sister! And Zac's dad is already old?

“Then don’t take me to rich houses with fat old men, señora. Give me something better.” “Oh, I will,” the madame hissed, her eyes narrowing. “You want better? Fine. There is one man. He pays more than all my clients combined. But no one lasts with him. Not one maid. They all quit screaming after a day. They say he is… cold. Inhuman.” Francesa snorted. “So what? I can handle cold. I can handle anything.” The madame gave her a sharp look in the rearview. “You and your mouth… One day it’ll ruin you.” Then her painted lips twisted into a smirk. “But maybe it’ll save you tonight.”

That immediately caused another round of quiet gasps and whispers behind us. “I told you!” “Oh my God…” One of the maids lightly smacked another on the arm while trying not to grin too loudly. “You owe me money,” she whispered excitedly. Another one giggled. “Then does that make her—” “You can call her the madam of this house too,” Damon added casually. Every single worker immediately straightened properly again, but I still caught the excited looks passing between them. “Oh, she’s definitely the real deal.” “I knew it.”

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

"Well, yeah. She our boss, you know. She takes care of us, protects us. To live and work here, we have to do what she says. All of us have to follow the rules. She's like our mother in this place." "And if you don't?" "Well…" said Bea and bit her lip. She glanced upward cautiously. She didn't know where the hidden cameras were located, she just knew they were there. She wouldn't dare say anything derogatory against the Madam to not incur her wrath. So she kissed him full in the mouth. They made love again. Madam Cross' Rise to Power Madam Cross eased from her chair and rubbed her eyelids. This wil

she pouted. "Okay Maddie," he said to her, placing her back on the floor. She curled her lips to her side. "What? You see off? Don't you miss me?" She batted her lashes, showing off her pearly white teeth. Tristan was grateful that he already had enough information about Tristan Stone or he might have lost it. He scrutinized Madison from head to toe. She was just as he saw while in his deep slumber. Madison Brown, an olive skinned lady who stood at the height of five feet eight. Her father is the owner of Paradise hotel and she's the only daughter. She got everything she wanted and she's very proud and rude. Her hobbies are shopping, partying and eating.

The old lady greeted her politely and asked" madam, please come with me, Mr. Hudson said to take you to your room. So please follow me mam” After realizing a good amount of breath, she stood still and asked" Who are you mam?” she questioned being polite and kind soul. The maid got shocked that how innocent she is, “no… No, don't call me mam, I am a servant here, so please call me Katherine” she spoke quickly with a small distant smile.

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

I gawk at it. "Uh ... what is this?" "Our family house in the top floor, office, kitchen, and utility room in the first floor." She said, amused with my reaction. We entered the porch with stone floor, and I sit on the one of the wrought iron benches that have pillow seats on top of them. A woman in white sundress walk out from the opened big wooden double door. She is clearly Moira's mother. My mate run to hug her. "Why didn't you call? Someone could get you from the bus stop." The woman scolded her.