Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

"Isn't she Mr. Hamilton's niece?" "What kind of niece is she? That's just a rich man's kink!" Madison said viciously, "I heard Mr. Hamilton has long been married. His wife is a royal countess, too. "If Mr. Hamilton's wife finds out about his uncle-niece game, she wouldn't let that bitch off easily!" Savannah's eyes lit up. "Let's tell Mr. Hamilton's wife, then!" Madison shook her head. "Mr. Hamilton's wife is very discreet. She lives abroad, so it's unlikely for us to meet her."

Amaria and the maid walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a huge wooden door that led to the dining room. The maid bowed and said,“ she is waiting for you inside, I shall take my leave” and left. Amaria pushed the door open gently and saw a woman sitting at the end of a very long table. ' Diana, Luna of The Moonstone pack, and Queen of Ashmael Empire is sitting in front of me, this is such a great honor,' Amaria thought trying to hide how excited she was. The queen had a cunning smile on her face as she stared at Amaria with her shrewd Amethyst eyes,“ Lady Amaria, please have a sit”

My jaw tightened instantly as the realization hit, and I got an idea almost immediately of what was going on. Of course. Only one woman in my life loved that deep shade of red. Only she was obsessed with that brand like it was her identity. And it was none other than Claire Hamilton, the Vice President’s daughter. A little witch who had been nothing but a pain in my ass recently with her incessant advances and pestering. My jaw clenched hard. Immediately, I faced the nearest guard, ready to demand who let her into my property when I had given strict orders that no woman should be allowed in. But before I could say a word, I heard it.

Before Harvey York could even answer, the blonde femme fatale licked her lips and said coldly, “Third Young Master Hamilton, why go through all this trouble? “Give him to me. I guarantee you that I’ll cut his flesh inch by inch so that he can understand what are the consequences of offending you in Las Vegas, Third Young Master Hamilton!” Not only was the blonde Denver Hamilton’s favorite subordinate, but she was also his number one fighter. Thus, she had long been upset after seeing Harvey’s arrogant demeanor at that moment. Therefore, she was convinced that she could easily beat Harvey to death with a single punch. Harvey’s indifferent gaze fell onto that blonde. That woman looked slim and

They were waiting for more answers but that was it. “So why did you choose AB Literature?” Reina asked. She was the other girl sitting beside Catherine. “It’s fun to criticize novels.” Catherine answered once again and Reina was sure that she saw some devilish aura at Catherine’s eyes. They started ordering as they interview Catherine and it was almost like it was all about her and Lyra felt a bit jealous because she wanted to be the only one knowing those things about Catherine but she never really understood why she felt that way. Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Ruby had also stayed back with her. Madison had a slight headache, so she didn't join them. Although the real reason was because she was still mad at Raphael. As usual Alexandra and Ruby are busy maunching different varieties of cereals in the kitchen, talking about nothing reasonable, just some random talks. Ruby phone suddenly rings. Alexandra watches her check the caller ID, her face morphs into a frown, before putting the phone away. The phone rings four more times, she also ignores it, this act makes Alexandra question why she didn't pick the call.

"You’re lying. You’re just a housewife. You’ve been home for eight years. You don't have anything." "I had everything before I met you," Elara said. She took a step toward him, stepping into the light. "I am Elara Hamilton. Does that name mean anything to you now, Ryan? Or were you too busy admiring your own reflection to notice the name on the building where you signed your biggest contract?" The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to die down for a heartbeat. Ryan’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The name Hamilton was synonymous with power, with tech, with a fortune that made his "modest success" look like pocket change.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

He was somewhere in the Maldives or wherever else he wanted to go fraternizing with women as his past time while she was stuck here trying to figure out whether their son was going to have a bastard son Spon or not. Edmund had pleaded with her earlier on to leave his father out of this for now and she'd promised him that she would do his bidding. She had no intention of betraying him until this blew over on its own. Mrs. Hamilton and Charlotte had never met each other in person. So, when the two women met each other at Princeton Hospital, a staring competition began before Charlotte became bold enough to say a word to Mrs. Hamilton. The older woman had simply ignored her greeting and every o