Novel & Cerita Martha Stewart

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

“Cheers for a job well done.” Vancent held out his own champagne glass on the air after his long-winded toast was over. He was sitting next to a beautiful lady of twenty-four years old wearing a very revealing black sequined gown with her bodice pushing up her bosom presenting an alluring display. She was Lady Kathrine de Forte, a distant cousin of the Lutfergaurd Family.

Martha quickly won my uncle over with her beauty and dedication for the job… He married her after dating for only 7 months… She quickly adjusted to being married to a rich man… My uncle never told her the Royal status… She only found out after his death that my uncle was a prince… She even tried coming on to me and blamed it on her grieving… After I left the country and returned home she never contacted me again…. She lives in my brother huge mansion and drives all his fancy cars… Why did she have to fall into the trap of that devil? When he entered this home I knew he was no good and the way he looked at you I wanted to claw his eyes out… How selfish can one person be? Martha was begging fo

to him, casually walking away, and also fulfilling her mother's long awaited dream, but she was yet to find anyone who looked remotely like him, and the sound was getting louder, the club crowdier, and the rush of testosterone was approaching it's climax, on one hand she was ready to leave, but on the other she had to end the drama of her relationship. Despite the shadows cast by the fusion of bodies, cuddling under the club's luminescent lights, the crowd, and the banging of the DJ's mixer, one figure stood out, she would recognize her anywhere, tall, short dress, in high heels, with lenghty human hair, and flaunting her Louis Vuitton bag, like anyone there would care about it, Taria King

"Martha. No, not at all. What brings you here?" "I heard you were having a little get-together. I didn’t want to intrude but…" she smiled shyly, "I thought maybe I could join? It’s been a while since I had any fun." "Who is she?" Stella asked. "Oh I forgot to introduce, She is Lycan Princess Martha. She is staying at the pack for security reasons. " Kimberly explained. "Oh she is the ex Delilah told us about. " Stacey whispered. "Yeah." Delilah nodded.

Adrain's Pov The phone felt heavy in my hand, almost like it was vibrating with the toxic energy of the person on the other end. I hadn't spoken to Martha since the day I watched her get into that black car, stripped of her dignity. I had exiled her to a villa in the South of France, a cage meant to keep her far away from the empire she nearly destroyed. But as the clock ticked toward 5:00 PM, I realized that Tristan’s greatest weapon was the past, a past he had curated and falsified. And there was only one person alive who had lived through every ugly second of Thomas Wolfe’s reign.

Martha had already fired the old maid and even sent her out of NorthHill so that she won't spill her secrete. "Tell my hubby to please come to the living room," Martha said and Erma quickly nodded and walked away swiftly. "Your hubby?" Amy repeated. Is Martha married to someone else here? Has Broderick moved out of here? Amy was very confused. "He will soon be here and you can see for yourself," Martha said and added," aren't you surprised that I was Theresa?" "I've always guessed you are. I wonder how you escape prison," Amy said. "My father is a mayor, remember? Plus it is Theresa who was arrested and sentenced to prison not me. I'm Martha Alessandro, the most powerful woman in NorthHill."

In New York, Martha was arranging for her daughter's new office, Alex refused to hold a welcoming party for her in the company so she decided to hold it there in the fashion department. She directed the decor when her phone began to ring. “ let it sit there, excuse me,” she said after asking a worker to keep her daughter's vase close to the window. “ yes,” she picked for her spy to speak. “Ma’am, I saw this girl coming out of the hotel,” he said sending Katherine's picture to Martha. “ I sent you her photo already and I think, her bodyguard is stalking her,” he said for Martha to frown. “ idiot, I want a photo of her and that rich heir, spike something. I want Alex to see how disgusting she

she chuckled as more tears rolled gushed from her eyes. "You know," he said, as his eyes closed. "I love you, Martha Stewart," he whispered. She screamed, "help," when she heard the sirens of the backup that came when the party was over.