Margarita Schuyler Novels & Stories

Archie settled on Beckett's foot which appeared to be his standard position. "So," Margaret said. Looking at me directly with Beckett's eyes. "Sloane Mercer." "Margaret Rowe," I said. A pause. Then she almost smiled. "You are not going to be easy are you." "Probably not," I said. She looked at Beckett. "I like her." Beckett looked at his whiskey. "You have known her for four minutes." "I knew within thirty seconds whether I was going to like someone when I was twenty two," she said. "I am sixty three now. It takes less time." She looked back at me. "My son has not brought anyone to this house in five years. You understand that means something."

Priya sat down next to her, patting her head, providing her prescence like a shield. My Dearest Lauren, I write this with a heart heavy with regret, knowing I failed you and your mother, Margaret Greene, the only woman I ever truly loved. I met her when my world was dark, my marriage to Evelyn a duty, not a bond. Margaret’s laughter, her spirit, lit my soul, and I fell deeply, irrevocably in love. But I was a coward, Lauren. I hid my marriage, fearing to lose her, and when she learned the truth, I broke her heart.

A L Y S S A “This is a gesture of faith,” Mr Valentino says, his voice smooth and assured, like he’s explaining an investment opportunity instead of handing me a sum of money that could alter the course of my life. “A retainer, if you will. Consider it a taste of what we’re offering. Spend it on your mother. Or don’t. It’s yours.”

, Gabrielle gritted her teeth. Megan was the only daughter of the Rodriquez family and very sneaky. "She might be a snake, but it doesn't change the fact that she outplayed all of you!"Mr Houston yelled, kicking the table in front of him. "This deal was meant to bring back our limelight, yet you just lost it to your fellow lady! All three of you couldn't defeat her!" "Charlotte was the one in charge of the contract, dad. Perhaps, if someone else had been in charge, things would've been different", Etta chipped in, looking away from the glare Charlotte threw at her.

Because I can't dream of falling for anyone but her in this lifetime. Until then, my quest to find my mysterious Rachel starts now. ******* Rachel "Rachel, do you think daddy loves Jane," Marline asks, scanning pictures of Brandon and Jane and placing them beside each other. "You know you're smarter than any kids your age," I said, sitting beside as Marline smiled at my words. "And yeah I think your daddy loves Jane, and you know a secret..," "What secret..," Marlin said, suddenly excited by my words. "Well, I don't know for sure… but I think, Jane loves Brandon too, in one way or another,"

Maggie continued to act spoiled, completely believing that Shirley was envious of her phone, her face filled with pride! Shirley tightly gripped the magazine in her hand, her eyes cold as she looked at Maggie... and her phone. After Maggie finished her sweet talk on the phone, Shirley couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Is your husband Robert Wright?" Maggie was stunned, blurting out, "How do you know my husband?" Shirley closed her eyes in an instant! It's amazing how coincidences happen when you least expect them! So this woman is the mistress that her dad has been keeping!

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

the familiar voice yelled, and I looked up to face a panic-stricken Aimee seemingly having a mental breakdown as she slammed my door shut harshly and began pacing back and forth so rapidly, she almost burnt a whole through my wooden flooring. “I am not ready for this.” She waved her hands out in front of her so animatedly. “I am comfortable with this Mafioso family, cartel, whatever you guys call yourselves. I am ok with your company only because I am marrying the head of the table. But I am not sure I can manage cartel bosses from around the world, Maria I can’t, I just can’t” she stopped pacing finally taking a glance at me.

“Thanks again.” The waiter nodded and walked away. They talked about the last hurricane that hit south Florida that summer as they ate their salad. The waiter with the cart came back and cleared their dirty plates. “So, Margo, what do you do for a living?” Alec asked. “I’m an independent computer programmer,” Margo answered. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It sounds exciting, but it’s not. I’ve tried to get her into something less boring, but she won’t listen to me,” Bobbi joked.