Novel & Cerita Madeline Crawford

“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?“

Something secret. The colors were vibrant. Rich. The detail was incredible. Every fold of the dress. Every curl of my hair. Every petal on the flowers. It was breathtaking. It was me. But more than me. Better than me. The way someone who was obsessed with me might see me. The way someone who loved me might paint me. "Maddison Summers," Corian said into the microphone. His voice was possessive. Like he was staking a claim. "An extraordinary artist. A woman of rare talent and beauty."

Her eyes settled on the rather attractive features in front of her. ‘Oh, Eveline Montgomery. ‘This is the man you fell and yearned for the past dozen years? This very man who cannot even tell right from wrong?’ “Very well then. I shall grant your wish.” Madeline placed the glass down, her tone heavy with mockery. “You must love Meredith Crawford a great deal to go to such lengths for her. So stop beating around the bush and get married already. The two of you surely are a ‘match made in heaven’!”

One person. 'Madie!'

“That is the essence of the date, is that not so?” Madeline cleared her throat. “My name is Madeline Grant, I’m twenty three, and I’m currently a student at DCadet fashion academy. I speak and read three languages fluently- Latin, Spanish and French. I’m good at playing golf and I’m an expert pianist.” I closed my eyes briefly. She recited everything as if she had practiced multiple times prior to our date. “Okay, so what do you in your free time?” She stared at me as if I had grown another head and waited for the waiter to drop our foods before responding. “I don’t have free times.”

And they were trying to drag his sister into their sordid lives. “Infamous is more like it,” he bit out. “I’ll ruin him for this.” “I don’t blame you, Gage, I don’t, but before you engage in serious ruination, we need to figure out how we’re going to handle the media firestorm Madeline is about to get hit by.” Lily had met Maddy on a few occasions. She was a pretty brunette, petite and fine-boned, delicate and small, none of the height Gage had inherited passed down to her. She looked young, and in some ways seemed younger.

The helicopter's relentless hum fills the silence as I wait for his response. A nod from Colton confirms my guess. "I'll be good as new once she's done with me." My mind flashes back to the tales of Dr. Madison "Mads" skill, her ability to mend even the most broken. She's not just a gifted surgeon; she's an artist, a miracle worker. And her talents extend beyond the operating table—she has a knack for extracting information, for turning enemies into assets. Her marriage to one of Grayson's top men only adds to her legendary status.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

"So you are a widow?! How many children do you have? You are 39 years old. Your appearance is also clean. I like it," said the Old Madame who sat on the sofa. She held my application letter that contained complete files about me. The only last diploma degree that I did not attach to it. It is too high applies to be a maid, it might be rejected after. She is around 75 years old, looks very rich and classy. Silk dresses, sparkling jewelry and bun hair showed her class.