Margot Ruby Gillman Novels & Stories

This is Margot Donneli, who is none other than the first lady of the United States, wife of the most important man in the world. "But I don't want his money, let alone his death," she continues. Margot is the kind of woman who puts a fluffy dog in her designer handbag. She doesn't care about her husband, and it surprises me when she says she doesn't want to kill him. "I'm listening to you," I say. Although I have performed many services over the years, few have captivated me as much as this one. Margot has my attention.

"Ruby is pregnant with Ian's baby. You’d leave them alone if you had any brains!” Margot said. 'Ruby's pregnant?' I pondered and looked at Ruby. Her eyes were evasive as she hurried upstairs. As soon as Margot entered, she instructed the housekeepers to clear the main room for Ruby. "My daughter is carrying Mr. Shaw's baby. How could you let her stay in a guest room? Throw out all of Kiera's things immediately and let my daughter move in!"

"Did he…did he know you were planning to speak with him? Did you have any idea this was coming?" Ruby wiped her eyes, still visibly shaken. "I had no idea. I thought it was just a simple gala, just an event. I didn’t think he would…I didn’t think he would manipulate me like this." I sat back against the headboard, feeling the weight of it all crushing me. My mind raced through the memories of what had happened with Jack and Amanda. How Margaret had played those games, how she had maneuvered them into positions where they had no control over their own lives. And now, here we were, with Ruby caught in the same web of manipulation, the same game of control that Margaret had perfected previously

I stared at her, the woman who was responsible for mine and all the Omegas nightmares, totally different from Sarah, who was a complete opposite. Margot was evil, wicked and dubious. She was the perfect example of a Moonfire Pack member, exactly like Alpha Caleb. There was a time she almost sold me to Beta Justin for the night and I almost committed suicide because of it. She was also responsible for most of the scars on mine and Julia's back. " Ms Margot, I'm planning on renovating the Omegas house, " I informed and she raised her head slightly to look at me so as not to come off as challenging.

“Hello, Margot,” Her Russian voice hit sharp like ice. “You are late for your meeting,” The doors shut close. “You can start it without me.” “I’m not the one that promised middle aged men going through a midlife crisis that they could do crime legally and be rest assured of the lives of their children and subsequent generations to come. You did. Come. Here.” The elevator doors opened, revealing my secretary and confidant, Margot Kozlov. She had blond hair and sharp blue eyes that always managed to cool me down when I stared at them.

"We found a relevant person. Margot Devereaux. Former employee of Porter's investment firm in Paris, now supposedly working as an independent financial consultant here in New York." "Margot," I repeated. "Yes," Kyle confirmed. "A fixer. Someone who cleans up messes for people like Porter. I will send you her information later." "You think she's connected to Porter?" I asked. "It seems likely," He said. "I always felt that Porter was not the only one behind it, Kyle." "We would force him to show his hand, Mia" Kyle said. I didn't say anything. Another thing jumped out. “Kyle, have you been in touch with Nate lately?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?” She slid the folder toward me. “There were other women,” she said. “But one in particular. Her name was Rachel. She came to me the year before you married him. Told me she was pregnant. Told me Andrew… wasn’t kind.” My stomach twisted. “I paid her to stay quiet,” Margot continued. “I didn’t believe her. Or maybe I did. But I didn’t want the world to know.” She looked up. “And that’s my sin.”

The huge glass windows that I was faced with looked out for miles beyond the town. “Impressive, isn’t it?” A gorgeous blonde-haired woman who was sitting behind her desk stood up and walked round to shake my hand. “I’m Lauren, Mr. Grant’s assistant. It sounds so much better than a secretary, doesn’t it?” She shrugged, throwing in a dash of humor which put me at ease. I returned the handshake. “I’m Ruby, pleased to meet you,” I replied. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled. She seemed nice and down-to-earth. A stark contrast to what I pictured as I was on my way up here.

Dylan muttered in her ear as he entered the room ahead of her, his firm grip on her wrist impelling her forward. His taunt was enough to give her courage and Gemma stood silently by his side as he greeted his family, making the introductions with practiced ease. First of all, Margot, his mother, a small neat woman towered over by the rest of her family. “At least, I won't get a crick in my neck talking to you,” her grey eyes twinkled. “It's like living in the land of the giants,” Margot explained. Margot Starr wasn't half as daunting as Gemma had expected her to be and she found herself smiling naturally, being made to feel as if she already belonged to this family.

“In fact, I think I know someone who is going to be tickled pink to see you. I’m Margot, by the way. Margot Muller.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Everly said, extending her hand. The woman took it and gave it a hardy shake. “Again, I’m sorry we are disturbing you.” She noted the German name and wondered what she was talking about. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around. Who was going to want to meet her? Could she be working for the council? “No, no… it’s fine. Why don’t we go inside and see what sort of trouble your friend has gotten himself into?” Margot gestured for Everly to head back toward the front door, and Everly stepped aside so that she could go first.