Novel & Cerita Marilyn Thornhill

She looked like she hadn't slept in years. "Elara," she said. Her voice was soft. Broken. "Thank you for coming." "Who are you?" "Sarah Thorne." She smiled bitterly. "Julian's first wife. Married at nineteen. Divorced at twenty-two. He told everyone I died." "Why?"

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Feeling pressured by the question, I nodded. Marilyn laughed, "I told you, that Jaclyn Dills is a closet freak; you can tell just by looking at him." She nudged Maria beside her, "Your man can't even be called a closet freak, he's just a horny beast." Cecilia and I choked on the tea we had just sipped.

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.

Thorne was so embarrassed and replied, “Selwyn, I am not talking about Paula but my wife, Michaela. Someone fetched her from the prison in the morning but she is not in our marital home.” Selwyn was dumbfounded. Didn’t Thorne divorce his beautiful wife for his mistress? He smiled and said, “My apologies, Mr Ferguson, I thought you were talking about the love of your life, Miss Cage. I am not trying to pry, Mr Ferguson. I am just confused. Why are you looking for Miss Miller since she is your ex-wife?” Thorne was not angry and he explained calmly, “Selwyn, I have wronged Michaela. Hence, I wanted to find her and ask for forgiveness.” Selwyn promised that he would do his best to find her. Unfo

My heart sank as I turned to see Dalton, standing just a few feet away, grinning like he’d stumbled upon some great discovery. But there was more. I heard other voices too, voices I hoped wouldn’t belong to certain people. I silently begged the universe that it was just Dalton, but as I turned fully, my worst fears were confirmed. All the people I didn’t want to see were there. “Miss Thornhill,” Matilda said with a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her voice was pleasant, her demeanor affectionate, but I knew better. I hadn’t truly hated Matilda until she revealed her true colors. She was one of those privileged, sheltered types—what you might call a greenhouse flower. Raised wit

"Thank you for bringing my nephew back home." The woman shook her head and said, "It was just a small favor! I saw him so late, a little child, all alone on the road, which seemed quite dangerous, so... I thought of taking him back home." Tristian, "What is your name?" Woman, "My name was Hillary Thorne." Tristian smiled and said, "A very beautiful name." Hillary, "Thank you." She stood up and said, "It's getting late, I should go back."

"I did some digging on the foundation board. Guess who's sitting pretty alongside our fashion plate?" "Enlighten me." "Sarah Thorne. Sister of Lover boy himself." Harrison grinned. "Runs some fancy gallery in Paris. Apparently provides 'art world connections' to Maya's little charity project." That caught my attention. "Thorne's sister is on the foundation board?" * * *

Then my assistant called again, this time through the intercom. I picked up. “Hello?” “Sir, a man named Thornhill is here to see you.” I dropped my pen. Thornhill. The lawyer who had presided over Kim's grandmother's estate reading just two days ago. The same man whose hands visibly trembled when I subtly called out the tampered section of the will. The same man who sent two thugs to follow Kim and I, trying to intimidate us into accepting whatever nonsense he presented as Kim's grandmother's will. My jaw tightened.

Morgan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, and I was so embarrassed. "I beg your pardon?" I said. Morgan shot me a murderous look. Mr. Thornhill held up his hand. "Calm down, Morgan, and tell me what happened." Morgan’s nostrils flared. "What happened is that this woman is a liar and a traitor. And I want nothing to do with her." Nothing Mr. Thornhill said could change his mind. "Marrissa, come with me. We can discuss this tomorrow." Mr Thornhill finally said as he sighed.