Madame Bovary Novels & Stories

BRI, LA FILLE DU MAFIEUX CHAPITRE 03 Ramona: Bri,Bri, hé ho Bri(revenant à elle): oui oui Ramona,je t'écoute Ramona : ah non,tu m'écoutes pas.(l'air vexée) Bri

I feel so embarrassed that I'm too scared to look up, so I just sit staring into my glass. Suddenly I feel a presence sitting next to me, it's the warmth that I feel first. As I look up the tall, dark-haired man has sat right next to me - he even smells divine! He motions to Mac who places what looks like a whisky in front of him. "Whatever the lady wants too". His voice is a deep baritone of deliciousness. "Erm, thank you-" I choke out "But I don't accept drinks from people I don't know". "You just stare at them instead right?". He fires back.

Despite his demeanor often being perceived as cold and aloof, he treated people with fairness, regardless of their social status or financial standing. "Boss, there's something I discovered about the year you married Miss Rowan. It seems Miss Flora's company suffered a loss while you were managing it. She had hoped marrying you would save the company, leading her to resort to drugging you, believing you'd sleep with her. Instead, you ended up with Miss Rowan," Richard disclosed, observing the shift in David's expression. His eyes darkened, betraying the turmoil within him as he processed the revelation.

One more message. "Don't dig; you'll regret it." I gazed at the display, my heart pounding. In what sense did they mean "digging"? I had no intention of researching anything. All I was doing was attempting to ascertain what was going on. The door was suddenly knocked on. My chest seized up with my heart. I approached cautiously, my hands trembling. There was nobody there when I opened it. Just one more envelope lying there. I grabbed it up, shaking hands. Like all the others, the message inside said simply, "He's lying." Remain away.

"Madam, don't forget your milk." Amelia didn't even bother to look at May. She uttered coldly, "I don't want it. You can have it or just toss it away." "But … This is Mr. Prescott's order. You're pregnant now, so you ought to have nutritious meals." May grimaced. "Mr. Prescott told me to make sure you drink it. Madam, please don't do this to me." Amelia gave May a blank, emotionless face. For a second, May almost couldn't recognize Amelia. Before May could say something, Amelia stood up and took the glass of milk.

Just like a quote, 'slowly but surely'. "Hi." I just came back to my senses when someone spoke in front of me. She flashed her sweet smile and waved her hand. I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat. I sighed deeply and smiled a little at her as a response. As a gentleman and to show my respect to a fine lady, I stood up and bowed my head a little then took her in her seat. "Thank you," she uttered sweetly. I just nodded at her as a response. After that, we ordered something to eat. She ordered French cuisine while mine was Italian.

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

It was the signal for the master library. "Señor Mateo is back," my mother whispered, her face turning pale. "He just came home very angry. He slammed his things down and demanded a hot pot of black coffee in the library right now. The other maids are locked in the storage room counting the food for tomorrow, and Doña Carmen is busy. You have to take it to him, Valeria. I need to watch the stoves or the bread will burn. Please, just keep your head down. Do not look at his face."

said Allan, irritated and with a high level of jealousy. Bert smiled again, "I may not know how long it is. But I'm sure you don't, sir! That's a sign that you don't trust your mistress!" Allan was silent trying to contemplate his assistant's words. Bert, who got the wind back, took a deep breath, "Sorry, sir. Although I've only known Madame for a short time, I believe Madame is a respectable woman, who can take care of herself. She will not do something just because of a momentary emotion or just because of disappointment and hurt. Isn't it evident that during these three years, Madam has not tried to get close to anyone? It's not that no one approached her, many did. I received this inform