Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

"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!"

Under the Statue of Liberty by a pond, many students about to graduate were sketching. "Madelyn, if you submit this painting in a contest, you're sure to win," a voice said. The cool fall wind blew her short hair. A beam of golden light shone on her face. Wearing a shiny necklace, Madelyn tucked her long hair behind her ear. "...Thanks," she replied. Now twenty-two, Madelyn was more confident than she was at eighteen. Over the four years, she had grown more mature. Each smile and frown was filled with her own unique charm.

Like she owned the floor. The crowd backed away. She reached the altar. Her gloved hand rose — SLAP. Jade didn’t blink. Madeline dropped a thick envelope at her feet. “Ten million. And the Vail estate. Paid off. You’ll never need to work again.” “Take it,” she hissed. “And leave my son the hell alone.” Kain stepped forward, voice cracking like glass. “What is this?” Madeline’s gaze never shifted. “She doesn’t love you, Kain. She just proved it.”