Mary Higgins Clark Novels & Stories

Seeing it, a fresh tear rolls down Clark's cheek as his hand reaches up to cover his mouth, stifling a moan of sadness mixed with joy. "We wanted it to be a surprise," Jenny Madison explains carefully, "It's what she would have wanted." HERE LIES MATHILDA MARIE MADISON STEELE BELOVED WIFE and MOTHER AGED 27 May her memory always be a blessing. "Thank you," Clark warbles as he places his hand on the grave. One by one we place a hand on his back, leaving him a moment with the woman who was his wife in every day except by name.

Clark stiffened, disliking how Thalassa’s gaze remained pointed and questioning. He let out a small chuckle. “Didn’t I? I think I did.” “No, you didn’t, Clark,” she calmly stated, shaking her head, still waiting for an answer. Clark swallowed. “Uh, the last woman I was with... she was called Meghan. I never married her, though, because after the first two experiences, I didn’t want to be attached to anyone else. But we were together, and I thought she had gotten better until she had a bad relapse and had to be sent back to the mental hospital. She committed suicide in there.”

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.

Higgins, the head housekeeper, appeared from the shadows, She didn't look angry, she looked concerned instead. She walked over and gently placed a hand on my shoulder, ignoring the fact that I was soaking her sleeve. "Clara, go get a mop and stop badgering the girl," Mrs. Higgins commanded. Clara huffed then turned away, mumbling something about new daughter and impartial treatment under her breath. Mrs. Higgins looked at me, with softened eyes. "Child, you’re shivering like a leaf. Let’s get you upstairs before you catch your death." She leaned in closer, her voice now dropping to a whisper. “Don't mind her. She's completely in the wrong for being rude, you didn't do anything wrong.”

All the doors to the past suddenly opened. Clara’s parents were Nathan and Emelia Jacobs. He used to be the president of the biggest financial firm in the country. Her mom was an accountant before retiring to take care of her family. They went to the same college but did not really date until they both started working. That’s where they met and fell in love. There was no mention of any kidnapping, that’s why their trial never led them to the Jacobs’ family. They had an older daughter, Carmen. All the articles said she had died in a car accident.

MADISON’S POV Clara’s Cooking Studio was founded by Clara Jones, a woman in her late fifties better known as Madam Clara. Her classes were famous among the elite—not just for the gourmet techniques, but also for the high price tag. Only women from high society could afford it. I had discovered that my soon-to-be mother-in-law spent most of her free time there, so I signed up for a membership, hoping to get a private moment with her. Today was the day I’d face her;my hardest challenge yet.

“Mrs. Margaret Clark, previously known as Mrs. Byrd, is currently on the run from the authorities. She’s wanted for fraud, tax evasion, and voluntary manslaughter.” “Voluntary manslaughter?” Tristan asked. “That’s deep shit.” James nodded. “The woman did a lot of nasty things, sons. She needs to be brought to justice as soon as possible.” Darcy shook his head. “And to think she was the headmistress of Queen Mary Orphanage years ago.” Hayden said, “Remember she was also the arsonist who burnt the orphanage down back then.” Sebastian said, “And left Sakura for dead in the fire.”

Clark’s house. "Don't forget that, the world does not end today, never think of ending your life." he advised and sped off. Mrs. Clark was an old woman, around her early sixties, and a good artist. She knew how to paint portraits and different creatures or anything one could possibly think of. I learned how to paint, and became a pro! She had never seen her grandchild ever since she was born. She used to tell me that letters were sent to her and that she has one but has never seen her.

i’m cruel aren’t i? “Is she naked?” i ask. ” Technically no,- ” i sigh in relief. “she is half naked though” my eyes go wide. “What!” I squeak. “Hey, my mom hasn’t found out yet, her laptop is at home. she went to some lunch and she might come home any moment.. please can you help me crack her password so i can delete the email.” “Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.”