Margot A Novel Novels & Stories

And when she has her nightmares about him forcing himself on her, I can feel her pain as sharply as she does. I bend over in the shower and wretch as the emotions and images in my mind take over. I have no idea how Margot suffered through such torment. I have no idea how she suffered with that man forcing himself on her day after day, knowing that she made sure she’d never give him a pup. She willingly accepted his rough treatment of her, silently plotting against him, and then she suffered even more when she didn’t get pregnant by being thrown into the darkness. If things hadn’t changed for her, I have no doubt that Margot would have eventually succumbed to the call of death, just like Dian

All I had to do was talk to Margot. Zane keeps nothing from her. And when I mean nothing- I mean nothing. She knew what I was going at, and well... at first, she was adamant. She would not budge, but I knew how to make my little bird sing. I had Desiree help by what I knew Marogt could not resist. Books! Margot loves reading. Desiree was able to d******d hundreds of books for free on her device, all free! And I mean books that would normally have to pay at least twenty bucks or more to read.

He threw his phone onto the desk, muttering, “Kill my wife? Please. She’s with her mother. That idiot thought I’d fall for it.” He blocked the number and returned to his papers, waiting for the rain to stop unaware of just how wrong he was. Margot’s POV After her talk with Zara, Margot felt triumphant. She had given her orders, and she was certain Zara would obey. There was no one in the world who could defy her not even God, or so she liked to think. “No one can save you from me, Zara,” she whispered to herself with a cruel laugh as she adjusted her pearls in the mirror.

Small but sharp mouth, cold but inviting eyes… Everything about her called me. Maybe because I liked my women a little unhinged so I could break them afterwards but who cared? The meeting droned on for hours. I said nothing, thinking about the pretty woman that leaned into my window, blood on her chest and her brown eyes staring at me like she was used to getting her way. What was she like? What did she want? What could I give her? “The meeting is over and you said nothing.” Margot’s voice had me looking up. She was hovering over me, her forehead furrowed and her arms crossed. “Jesus, we’ve worked far too hard for you to—”

I wrapped my arms around myself. Maybe I wasn’t meant for this world. Maybe Elizabeth had been wrong. Maybe modeling again, standing beside Calvin, daring to hope for something more… had all been a foolish fairytale doomed to end in ash. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my spiral. It was Margot, the housekeeper. She had kind eyes and behaved as if she understood what was going on, she didn't ask questions much but the way she smelled like spices and soap made me remember home.

They never left her feet—not even when she was forced to go into the pool for her lessons. Once I realized Margot’s true identity, I became suspicious of everything. I looked at the little girl in the socks and wondered: Who are you? Why did a woman like Lilah—a woman who helped destroy my mother—choose you? Margot looked like a saint, but she was a Vitale by association. She didn't get her hands dirty for no reason. So why did she adopt a strange, recessive Omega?

… Margot spent the entire day deciding on a house and a preschool. When she returned to the hospital in the afternoon, she stopped by the stalls outside and bought Lilac's favorite fruits. At the same time, a black car was parked near the hospital entrance. Anthony sat dejectedly in the back seat and refused to get out of the car for the longest time. Beside him, his subordinate urged him, "We're here, Mr. Anthony." Anthony looked up at the hospital entrance. His bloodshot eyes were hollow and lifeless. Margot was killed by Regina's men and her body was never found. Lilac was taken away by Curtis.

But I am calmer about it. That is, until I step back out into my main chamber and nearly leap out of my skin to find Margot lounging across my bed, eating my chocolates and sipping a glass of wine to which she clearly helped herself. She glances up at me from a pamphlet she’s brought, smirking. “Queenies need to learn to lock their doories!” I lean back against the wall, panting a little as my shock fades. “Margot!” She laughs, shaking her head at me. “You’re lucky it was me. I could have been some fell assassin! Or –“

Beatrice hates how kind Margarett is, and now as she stands in front of her coffin, she thinks of something. *I told you many times, Margarett, never let your kindness kill you.* "How did she die?" Beatrice asks coldly without looking at her parents. "She was stabbed during a clan war." Her mother answered. She looked at her. "Clan war?" She asks; no one told her that Margarett was involved in a clan war. "Yes, between the white clan and the Vougch clan. She was stabbed by Nate." Her father said. Her forehead suddenly crumbled as she was thinking who is this Nate.

“Quarrel with each other if you must. But never go to bed angry. It has saved us and it will do the same for you.” With that, they exit the sunroom and I am left to my own thoughts. I look out over the back of the property and consider the advice my sister and Martha gave me. Margot was everything I was not and that went beyond her humanity. She was light and I was dark, marred by the reputation of a 300 year old vampire. She had taken this with such grace that I couldn’t fault her for any ducts she might have. Though she rarely shared them.