Romans & histoires Margot Ruby Gillman

And I’m more than fucking thrilled how everything turned out. Margo has her dark hair slicked back. Her normal curls are nowhere to be seen, instead she’s styled her hair perfectly straight. It’s not a hairstyle I see her do often, but it doesn’t matter to me what she does to it. She’s breathtakingly beautiful no matter what. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I look down, seeing Ruby’s name pop onto the screen. I sigh, backing into the stairwell for a moment before Margo spots me. I swipe to answer. “Is it done?” There’s no hint of emotion in my voice.

gesture and continued his conversation in rapid French. He spoke French too? This man had made up her mind to shock her every other hour. A woman in head-to-toe black emerged from behind a clothing rack, her silver hair cut in a bob and she sharply assessed everything. "You must be Cassie," she said, voice carrying a faint European accent. "I'm Margot. Dom hired me to fix your image." "Fix my image?" "Don't be offended, darling." Margot circled Cassie slowly, eyes cataloging every detail. "In his words, you dress like a woman trying to disappear and honestly, I can't agree less.”

"I can feel it. She's in Margot's study." We climbed the staircase, our footsteps swallowed by the thick carpet. At the end of the hall, a door stood open, pale light spilling out. I stepped through first. Margot Valcourt was tied to her own desk chair, a gold chain wrapped around her wrists—the same kind of binding agent that had been in the syringe Celeste used. Her eyes were open, alert, but her mouth was gagged. Beside her, calm as a lake before a storm, stood Diane. Her eyes weren't gold. They were silver. Ashford silver.

“Are you saying that Natalia… is alive?” “Very much alive.” Margot smiled triumphantly. “That… that’s not possible,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “It is.” Margot leaned forward, relishing Isabella’s bewilderment. “In fact, I spoke with her. She’s not the same simple girl she used to be.” Now she’s a successful, powerful businesswoman… and, frankly, stunning. The silence that followed was unbearable. Isabella could feel all the women’s attention fixed on her, not with concern, but with a mixture of morbid fascination and satisfaction.

“I’m sure that by now you’ve taken enough of my men’s money to buy yourself something pretty, after all.” “Something very pretty,” Margot murmurs, her lips quirking into a feline smile. She slowly stands from the table, turning that little smile on the men still seated there and holding out her hand. A young red-haired Beta named Stephen, seated closest to her, scoops up the majority of the coins on the table and places them in her palm.

“I don’t know yet.” “Fuck” Margot said and hung up. She crossed to the table and sat down. The minutes before Margot got back to her ended up being the longest ones of her life. She crossed the table twice, paced through her leaving room, poured the cold coffee down the drain and bit her finger in anxiety. Her laptop pinged back a reply from Margot. She opened it. Diana’s last four brokered jobs. Three different end clients. Same financial signature on the commission payments. Scarlett — it’s Richard’s architecture. All four.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

I grin, feeling super good about my small achievement. “Awesome. Are you working tonight?” “Yep, Dax asked if I could sing a few songs.” “Excellent. I was hoping Modus Grace was playing tonight” She laughs again, her face turning pink, “So what’s going on between you and Dax?” I roll my eyes, “Nothing. I think Dax has the hots for Sally.” “The dog walker?” She asks incredulously “She’s not just a dog walker.” I say, annoyed, “She’s also a trainer and carer. She helped with certifying Benny.”

Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most. How was that even possible? She had racked her brain to get rid of that slut only to send her to a more prominent person. And even that bastard Mark wanted to go and find her personally? “No!” she shouted. From what she overheard; Mark still had no inkling that she was the one who had ordered Maya to be killed. She knew that if he found out, it will be the end for her. She will never clear her name.