Martha Stewart Novels & Stories

~Katia~ The invitation said charity gala and I believed it right up until the moment I walked through the door and saw my mother standing in the entrance hall of the Kensington ballroom wearing her best diamonds and the expression of a woman who had been planning something for at least two weeks. She had rented the ballroom. That was the first sign. Martha Kensington did not rent ballrooms for charity. She attended charity events at other people's ballrooms, where she could be seen and photographed and positioned correctly relative to the right people. Hosting meant she controlled the guest list, which meant she controlled who Katia Kensington walked into.

Even walking a few steps makes her tired. "Martha, is it okay if we film this interview?" Bart asked politely. Martha nodded. Neilson prepared the camera in front of them. When he's done, he gave the signal. "Good afternoon my dear followers and friends. This is Bartholomew Carter, broadcasting live with another of Salazar Simmons' victims, a woman he impregnated and left unsupported, Martha Stewart. Martha, how did you meet Salazar Simmons?" Bart started the interview.

Martha, the lofty superstar, was now speaking with a noticeable hint of entreaty. That sight alone filled both Roxy and Hester with bitter distaste. They knew Martha's true nature—she possessed an inherent, deep-seated arrogance. Yet now, facing Ashton, she was utterly transformed, reduced to the stereotype of a woman completely blinded by love. "Go ahead and tell me, then," Ashton said, his voice laced with a newfound gentleness. He thought that Martha was undeniably a stunning beauty, no less captivating than Roxy or Sylvia. She naturally possessed an irresistible allure, which explained how she had enchanted countless admirers and carved out her own path through the cutthroat entertainmen

But I had not forgotten the dirt. I turned away from the balcony, stepping back into the cavernous, mahogany-lined expanse of the royal chambers. Martha was standing near the massive four-poster bed, her calloused hands carefully smoothing the invisible wrinkles from the heavy, midnight-blue silk of my ceremonial gown. She wasn't wearing the severe, threadbare black uniform of a terrified servant anymore. She wore a tailored tunic of deep indigo, marking her as the Head of the Royal Household a position of

"Martha, it’s just a plate. Besides, you work so hard. You cook all his meals, so you deserve some help." She hesitated, then sighed. "You’re kind, Miss Ariana. But Mr. Logan has strict rules." I shrugged. "Well, he’s not here right now, is he?" Martha’s lips twitched, as if she wanted to smile but was holding back. "You’re not like his ex-fiancée," she murmured. That caught my attention. I leaned forward slightly. "Oh? Ex-fiancée? What was she like?" Martha gave me a knowing look. "Glamorous, high-maintenance, and only interested in his status and billions. She never once stepped into this kitchen."

MARINA I did something terrible. I put some sleeping pills in my mom's soup and fed it to her so she would fall asleep. Then I would be able to sneak out and go to the party. I only wanted her to sleep and not realize I was gone for the whole night. She kept her prescription pills next to her nightstand, but I managed to take one or two out each day and hide them in my room just in case I ever needed them. I've been doing that for months now, so I have at least twenty of those pills in my possession. I put them inside a Ziploc bag and hid them under my mattress.

That was guresome, in fact that was one of the reasons why Stella chose to never return to the criminals' abode ever, not even for small visits like she was on. "Maria Thatcher's brother? Dad how is that possible I mean she was a Thatcher and He is a Stokes, what is the connection?" She asked. Her father smiled and replied, "That is because Maria used her maternal uncle's surname so as to keep hidden that she was the Stokes' daughter. You know her father had been a tough man in the mafia world during his rule. But after he died, in order to save her from evil eyes and enemies, her brother Max Stokes changed her surname on her documents. She is a Stokes otherwise."

I only let her sat on the chair outside cause I don't think the guard will let her go inside. She was just looking at endlessly view. I went inside and buy some cup noodles and a bottled water for her. I walked out when I already payed my bills and I'm surprised when the woman is now gone. Psh. She left me. Nevermind I'll just gonna eat this food instead. I'm living in three story apartment owned by Tita Martha. When I finally arrived I quickly turned the TV on. It's my hobby to watch a news everytime I'm here, I just want to be updated on the world.

Halle gasped and quickly got off the couch, the woman shook her head and smiled. “No please, sit down Halle,” She gave Halle a dimpled grin, “This isn’t the medieval times,” Martha said as she strode gracefully to the couch. Martha was as elegant as ever, she wore a white round-necked dress that hugged her slender and curvy figure and showed her beautiful arms, a white pearl necklace, and earrings to go with it, and black heels that made her tower over Halle even though hale knew without them she was a few inches taller than the woman.

I say as I give up after stuttering so much. She gives me a warm smile, “So what’s going on dear?” I take a deep breath before spilling literally everything. I needed to say these things out loud. “A really hot man showed up at my place lived with me for a week. He didn’t tell me anything about himself, there were gunshots at one point but he asked me to stay away from this guy called Hank that I was in love with. I promised him I would but then I fell in love with this guy. He finally told me his name and left promising that he would return. I waited for two months went to Hank’s wedding in hope to find Lucas and I did. After which we finally ‘did’ it. Then I found out this whole mafia thin