Margarita Schuyler Novels & Stories

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

“When Lucien Delano wants something for his wife, we jump to obey him.’ Aiyana’s brows rose. “Is his wife a tyrant type, then?’ she asked in some derision. Schwartz looked shocked, “Oh, no!’ he said vehemently and she was piqued. He had sounded very protective indeed of the mysterious Mrs Delano. “Proserpina is one of the sweetest and the kindest women I have ever seen.’ He smiled, lost in his thoughts and Aiyana looked at his expression; his face had grown tender. “She has changed the Boss; made him a better man; she and those brats.’ He chuckled reminiscently but the obvious affection when he mentioned them made her watch his handsome face curiously. Aiyana was intrigued. “Do you know them

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West." "Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?" " Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. " "Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

I am surprised to see a living room with two black color couches placed at a right angle, in front of which is a big rectangular glass coffee table. A big Wall-mount is on the opposite side. On my right side is a sliding door that is half open and it seems to lead to a balcony. To my left is a big open kitchen and beyond that is a dining table for 8 people. On the far end towards my right is a spiral staircase, which is made of glass and Chrome. There seems to be a room up there. When I notice that Darius is no longer holding my hand, I find him leaning on the kitchen wall and observing me.

It only makes the tears sting harder. At home, I lock myself in my room. I pace, I cry, and I scream into my pillow. Hours pass, but the ache does not fade instead, it festers, turning into something darker. Shirley thinks she is untouchable now, just because Ivan said a few sweet words in public. She thinks she has won. But she does not know me. She doesn’t know how far I can go.

The guard bowed and dismissed himself even without the order of the crown princess. Morrigan glanced sideways as the door closes, having a glimpse of the middle-aged man pacing back and forth the hall. Probably anxious to finally meet her. She slumped her back on the backrest of the chair. The maid beside her poured her another cup of warm fruit juice. She picked her book again and tried to concentrate on what she was reading but a name continues to hover in her mind. Colum Toiba.

I think that is something that we should discuss that over dinner” I explained. “But I’ve already had dinner” she said. “And so did I” I laughed. “I guess that we would just have to wait till dinner time tomorrow then.” I said. “That is so long from now, I’m so anxious to know. Can’t you tell me now?” she asked. “No, be patient Cara. Nothing bad ever comes from patience. I need to just think a bit before I make my final decision and tell you about what I want” I explained. “Okay, I’ll wait,” she said, opening the balcony doors as she walked outside. “It’s…it’s…it’s magical,” she said, losing herself in the starry night view of my manor. A view where the stars twinkled above and the city li

" I nodded slowly as l processed the information. I am getting married in two days. I don't know if I felt nervous or apprehensive, but I felt something. She was a fucking stranger. She seemed to be able to hold her own and my God, did she talk back. My parents soon left after explaining some more mundane information about the wedding and the after-party. Of course, there would be an after-party, any excuse to get drunk. And in my house with my expensive alcohol. I rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt to my elbows and poured myself a glass of whiskey. The amber-coloured liquid would help me relax. I was on edge and that could be dangerous. Thoughts about Alessia invaded my mind and stayed

KIER'S POV: Derek shook his head. "You are ignoring the context. You are ignoring the probably affair he was having with rhe years of neglect that comes with the affair, the fact that she was probably terrified and alone when she made that decision." "Terrified?" Margaret laughed, a harsh sound that grated on my ears even though I agreed with her. "She was living in a penthouse in Manhattan. She had access to the best medical care in the world. She had a husband who, whatever his faults, was providing for her. She was not terrified. She did not want to be tied to him, so she got rid of the evidence."

Now I have to hire someone to do it for me. I set my things down on the marble countertop, filled my glass with rum and walked towards the doors to the garden. I stood looking out through the glass in thought of what could be... Us — here together as a family! Things haven't been plain sailing between Jamie and I since I've come back to New York. That guy Jack has been in my way since the beginning, but I won Jamie over in the end. The break-in and the crap with the memory stick, it didn't go down well with her how overprotective I was. I couldn't help it.