Marilyn Thornhill Novels & Stories

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

"It's a coincidence." Jason Kim stared thoughtfully at the woman curled up at the end of the corridor, his sharp eyes full of inquiry and calculation. Walking out of the clubhouse, Max Holland rushed to James Smith: "Really, just leaving the lady there?" "She came and she has the ability to go back." James Smith opened the car door and sat in directly. Max Holland was still worried: "But then Jason Kim is a dangerous person. I'm afraid he knows the identity of the lady, even though it's like five years ago."

Lady Miller's authority had never been challenged, and today she was determined to straighten out Thorne, the crooked sapling. "She has not only been divorced, but also had a miscarriage. I heard that she is also missing an organ in her body. A woman like her, no matter how high her worth is, is not suitable to be a daughter-in-law. Thorne, I am doing all this for your own good." Thorne's hand, gripping the armrest of the wheelchair, bulged with veins, “I was disabled in both legs and afflicted with a terminal illness. Yet she never despised me, so how could I have the audacity to despise her?"

After taking her blood pressure readings and making sure everything was fine, I stayed with Marilyn for a few minutes to keep her company, having some spare time on my hands. "Alright Marilyn, i'll-" My words are interrupted by sharp consecutive knocks on the door, shortly followed by a man entering the room. A man who made me uneasy just by his presence, a man whose presence alone made everything around me still....a man I so badly never wanted to be around, Thorne.

She stayed in the village, sponsored poor students, and brought large amounts of medical equipment. She told me, “If you don’t want to come with me, that’s fine. I’ll bring the doctors here.” Every time class ended, I saw her waiting outside my office. People in the village soon got to know her. They even told me how lucky I was to have such a wife. I only gave them a faint smile. They did not know the harm she had caused me, and I no longer had the strength to explain. “Joseph, I found Mom’s grave and brought her the flowers she loved. I also greeted Dad so he knows I’m your wife. For their sake, how about we get treatment and not get a divorce?”

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Her eyes finally remembered how to blink. Suddenly something struck inside her mind. Narrowing her eyes she gave it a tough thought and tried to recall something. this can't be happening, hell I was on pills' ' she mumbles under breaths. Some un joint puzzles of her life were bothering her now. She needs to get the answer as soon as possible otherwise her head will spin due to overthinking.

Leon tried to stand straighter, his dying body summoning dignity from somewhere deep inside. "Who are you?" "Margaret Thornfield. I run the organization that's been... guiding your family's development." Aria felt the blood drain from her face. "The charity galas. The literacy foundation. You've been to our house." "Many times. Lovely dinner parties, by the way. Your cook makes excellent salmon." The casual tone made everything more horrifying. This wasn't a shadowy conspiracy – it was neighbors and friends and people who'd been part of their lives for years.

“And yet here I am. I am standing. You, on the other hand, are trembling behind lies and deceit. I do not need to prove myself to you. I need only to stand for what is right. And if anyone is worthy of your trust, it is not Seraphina, it is not the Valecrests. It is truth, and truth is on my side.” Mrs. Thornbrook’s voice rose, shrill and relentless. “Board members! Look at her! She has no credibility, no history, and no right to claim allegiance to Lady Thunderstorm. She cannot be trusted, she is a convict, and she is unfit to influence this company or anyone within it. Do not let her stand here and pretend she has power or connections. She is a disgrace to all she touches!”