Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

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

His ashes were stored in an urn which her mother cradled to her chest as Liam drove them along with Sasha to their house. As they walked into the house with Desiree holding her mother from the side, Jonas and the maids who’d returned to the house when it was time for cremation approached them, all of their faces grim with sadness. The head maid, Lorena, spoke. “Mrs. Hamilton, I’m so sorry. You don’t know how much it hurts me that Mr. Hamilton is no longer with us. He was such a good person, and–” “And it’s your fault that he’s gone,” her mother cut Lorena off.

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.

“You got nothing good!” “Even then, we’re the only ones who know that they aren’t related!” cried Yelena. Yale paused. “What do you mean?” “Everyone out there… They don’t know that Cordelia and Marcus aren’t related. If we get the word out and say that Mr. Z Hamerton is involved with a married woman, what will the old man of the Hamertons think when things blow up?”

she replied. "I understand," Clara said sympathetically. "But trust me, you deserve better than him. You're a strong, capable woman and you shouldn't settle for anything less than the best." Amelia nodded slowly, taking in Clara's words. While it didn't completely erase the hurt she was feeling, it did make her feel a little better. Suddenly, Amelia stood up and turned to face Clara. "What happened when you got to Marcellus's house?" she asked. Clara's expression turned serious. "Well, I met Mrs. Mary, the former Chief Maid of the Huxley family but now the Chief Maid of Marcellus. She could tell she was still angry with me."

Maria Reyes—no, Maria Wolfe. Her name twisted inside me like a knife. Every time I said it, even silently, it burned. She wasn’t just another piece on the board, not just another player in this endless war. She was mine once and she had turned my weakness. And Hector knew it. That was the problem.

I held Emma for a long time at Rebecca's farm. Just breathing her in. Feeling her small body pressed against mine. Letting the reality sink in that she was safe. "Can we go home now, Mommy?" Emma asked, pulling back to look at my face. "Soon, baby. Very soon." My encrypted phone rang. Marco. "Mrs. Nott. Mr. Hamilton has barricaded himself inside the cabin. He's refusing to come out. Mr. Salvatore is here now. He'd like to speak with you."