Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

“I can’t reveal sources, Madam. But between us… the name that came through our society desk was Marie Drams.” The silence that followed felt colder than rain. “Marie,” Jamaica said at last, the name tasting of ashes. “Philip’s fiancée.” “Yes, ma’am. She reached out last week. Claimed to have a statement concerning Candy’s accident.” “Ah,” Jamaica murmured. “And conveniently paired her ‘concern’ with observations about Fiona Generys.” “I thought you’d want to know, Madam. Off the record.” “You were right.” Jamaica ended the call, her hand lingering on the receiver. For a long while she sat still, eyes fixed on the dark window. Marie Drams the ghost from another tragedy. So, she had returned,

Liam drawled, "Of course there is cooperation. In fact, the relationship between Ms. Hamilton and me is not as bad as you think." In the next second, his cold voice changed and said purposefully, "These days, Ms. Hamilton has been helping me out by designing a unique necklace for the woman I love." The crowd was shocked. "Oh my god! Ms. Hamilton is a magnanimous woman. It was she who was abandoned and divorced by Mr. Ackman!" "And then she left for three years! Now she's back and she can help Mr. Ackman design a necklace for his woman. Is she really willing to do it? Is she so generous? "

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

Because Martha adopted me. Legally, irrevocably, with all the cold pomp and efficiency that fortune and the law allow. The papers are in the safe, signed by judges whose careers depend on donations from the Hammond Foundation. My birth name, the one that smelled of mud and blood, was legally erased, dissolved in the acid of legal procedures. I am Élianor Hammond. Her daughter. Her sole heiress. Before the law, before society, before the history of this city, I am of her blood. The blue blood of the Hammonds, tinged with the red of my own anger, has flowed in my veins and been sanctified by seals and parchments.

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

“This conversation is leading to something nonsensical, Mrs. Hamilton. I am not interested in remarrying your son. I’d be ruining my life for the second time if I did that.” “What?” I shook my head. “I no longer have feelings for your son, Mrs. Hamilton. You misunderstood everything.” “No! You have to remarry my son, Brianna. I don’t want him to marry that low-class bitch—” “Find another woman, then. I won’t agree with you, Mrs. Hamilton. No one’s gonna remarry, so if you’ll excuse me… I have so many things to do.” She glared at me as she pulled herself up. “You’ll regret this, Brianna.”

Emily's POV; I was woken up by the alarm sound from my phone. After turning it off, I looked beside me, Mr Hamilton wasn't there like always. I don't know why but i wanted to see Mr Hamilton by my side when i woke up someday. Waking up to the empty bed kinda feels kinda lonely. After tying up my hair high, I got up from the bed to take a shower. When I came out, Mary kept the milk on the table. (Mary - one of the maids who work in Mr Hamilton's house during the weekends)

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

"Yes sir, would you like a cup of tea as you wait? “ He did not respond. She bowed again and got out of the office. She could not believe what she had done, she had just rejected the member of the most influential man. Worst of all, she was to call one of his most recent and long stayed lovers. One thing was for sure, she was an inch closer to losing her job. Five minutes had not ended when she was called to receive the youngest daughter of the Sang family. She wore a revealing red dress and black stilettos. Her long dark hair swayed smoothly with every step she took. Qiao Mo put on a smiling face and guided her to the president’s office. She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.