Margarita Schuyler Romane & Geschichten

She held her phone out, the video playing on a loop at low volume. "Just look at him," Chloe whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Poor Jovan. He’s so blind when it comes to women. She’s totally playing him." "Who was that guy, Chloe?" a junior analyst asked, eyes wide. "That’s Archer Schuyler. He’s a big deal in New York," Chloe began, weaving her web. "Word is, his firm is hitting a rough patch, so Evelyn jumped ship. She ran to Florida, found a billionaire heir, and now Archer’s here trying to win back the girl who dumped him the moment the money got tight."

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.

"Ms. Frost, I heard you won a hundred million dollars in that bet. I want a yacht. Will you get it for me?" It was Caspian, whining like a spoiled child. And his partner in this scandalous display? None other than Orlena Frost, the vice principal, who was nearly fifty. "You're hopeless. You can't beat Miles, so I had to rig things for you! Am I not being good to you? And you haven't been with that Aveline girl lately, have you?" "That brat can't compare to your charm, Ms. Frost! This is perfect. I'll marry the heiress, and you'll become the principal soon. We'll make a fortune!"

The whole place was filled to the brim as the movie, ‘altar ego’ was being shown. Harmony sat next to her daughter who was beside Vivian. Next to Vivian was the director and other cast of the movie. Ichabod stood in a corner, standing where he could see Harmony. She was looking extraordinary and he was finding it difficult to believe that this lady wasn’t the same woman that he had married. What kind of trick was this? Still he tried to maintain his cool, he needed to plan how to get close to this woman, he needed to find a way to get close to her heart...again before the full moon.

Her brow furrowed when she didn't recognize the number calling, but she was curious. ["Miss, you finally picked up," the voice on the other end of the phone said, confusing Sharlynn. "Who?" asked Sharlynn. ["Miss, it's me, Margaret. The late Madam's maid. I'd like to give you some information, and I hope you'll come right away."] "Margareth, I don't think anyone will take my side after Odette and Rolanda's instigation," Sharlynn said happily.

“Are you here?” Mrs. Margarita Montero was sitting on a sofa in the drawing area of the office. She only stood up elegantly when she saw Diego walking towards her. The old lady wore a white branded dress that had a golden belt which she paired with black heels. She also had golden accessories, and her brown hair was also flailing. If Marissa did not know that she was the great Margarita Montero, she would have thought that the old lady was a former model or a celebrity that quit showbiz for a long time. Marissa closed the door as she watched the two hugging each other with motherly-son love. No matter how tempting to avoid her gaze, she did not and quietly strides her way inside.

“Abigail, send for Julia and Rebecca for me, I need their help with something.” “Yes ma’am,” Abigail curtsied. “Sir,” she curtsied again to Shane before entering the kitchen. Margaret picked up her bag and climbed the stairs to her room while Shane relaxed on the couch. A smile playing on his lips as he thought of how many ways to buy the boards hearts by uplifting the company.

Julian called me at four in the morning. I was still in the library, surrounded by old employee files and the private investigator's report, staring at the words that had rewritten everything I knew about my family. Margot Vane had died alone in a charity ward. She had one child. A son. And he had been watching us for thirty years.

I ask him about the research on Justin and her family. “Nothing suspicious. They did have a land dispute with a vampire family, years back. I doubt if they knew they were vampires, but it’s something to look into.” I nod, giving him a go ahead. I go back to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Oliver made spaghetti and meatballs. He’s a good cook, his grandmother taught. I don’t even know what my grandparents names are. I never bother to ask. “What about Alpha Elias? Heard from him yet?”