Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

The call came at 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Victoria answered on the first ring, her heart already pounding. "Mrs. Hamilton?" The voice was unfamiliar, professional. "This is St. Mary's Hospital. Your mother-in-law, Margaret Hamilton, has been admitted. She's had a stroke. You should come immediately." Victoria didn't remember the drive to the hospital. She didn't remember calling Nathaniel, or Patricia, or anyone else. She just remembered the cold, the fear, the certainty that everything was about to change.

“It was unfortunate that the most beautiful woman in Northspring was very devoted to Mr. Hamilton Sr. and married him afterward. “The son of the influential figure commissioned a master-level fighter to kill the most beautiful woman in Northspring. “Mr. Hamilton Sr. was grief-stricken and asked for Admiralporium to act on his behalf to uphold justice for his deceased wife. “However, every Admiralporium member remained silent and disregarded his request. “When Mr. Hamilton Sr. learned that the man had such a powerful influence that not even the Admiralporium could take action on him, he was so furious that he destroyed the door of the Admiralporium’s headquarters. “Admiralporium was conscious

Elena Hamilton. Amongst the crowd, Liam's gaze burned with an intense, poisonous rage. His normally composed demeanor shattered as his heart hardened and his pulse quickened. A devilish thought slithered into his mind, and a sinister smirk crept across his face. He knew, with a sinking certainty, that this premature stunt was orchestrated by none other than Isabella. The realization fueled his anger further, but he fought to regain control, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady his tumultuous emotions. Liam understood that this was a pivotal moment, one where Elena's strength would be tested in the public eye.

he asked, his tone polite but distant. Ava's eyes sparkled as she replied, "I've been doing great, Alexander. I returned from the States a few days ago. It's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it?" Ava Hamilton was the only daughter of George Hamilton, the owner of Hamilton Corporation, a multi-trillion-dollar company. She is a successful model and art director based in the United States, with a net worth that surpassed even some of the world's billionaires. As she circulated among the guests at the anniversary celebration, Ava exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. She was used to being the center of attention, and tonight was no exception. People turned to look at he

She shot up from the couch, eyes ablaze with anger. “That bitch! She ruined Veronica's wedding, and now she’s trying to mess up our plans even though she’s already divorced from Mr. Thiago! Does she think she’s untouchable now that she’s got a rich new boyfriend?” “It’s hard for us to touch her.” Helen sighed, “After all, Ms. Amelia is now President Hamilton's girlfriend. The Hamilton family is high up there, out of everyone’s reach.” “Right, the Hamilton family… Is she, an ordinary woman, even worthy of them?”

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Instead, she glared at Alex and said, “Alex Rockefeller, are you surprised? How did a woman like I, Mariah Hamilton, have such a drastic change? Because, this is destiny! Alex Rockefeller, you were born as a depraved person, you’re not worthy of the name Rockefeller. You’re only an abandoned child! I will now let you understand what the differences between us are!” Alex shot a glance at Martiny anxiously as he wanted to curse up a storm right now. This woman’s recklessness was simply beyond words. If she had known that she needed to sit on the floor to recover her blood and would be unable to move, then she shouldn’t have brought out an ultimate move at the beginning. Great, now she had beco

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“I’m sorry.” “Sit, Reid,” Tamara pushed him into a seat and produced a handkerchief which she pressed into his hand. “Brando, I empathize with your loss, but that does not give you permission to hit Reid,” she told Mr. Damiano sternly. “Reid was not Marcella’s keeper. She was his second, not him hers. Her role was to have his back. From all accounts, she left him in order to pursue an omega, not Reid her.”

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.