Mary Janice Davidson Novels & Stories

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

This must be her way of comfort to John. They had not even started plating up when Lucas announced his presence. He is standing in the doorway and slightly knocks on the open door. “Good morning Madam, Dr John Reeds. Please excuse me for interrupting, but Chief Inspector Davies is here. I have informed him that Sir Davidson is not here but he said that he wanted to talk to you instead, Madam.” “Oh, okay. Send him in here. He can join us for breakfast if he wants,” said Marianne. She had met the inspector before but only once and that was when he asked her if she remembers anything.

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.

But who was he kidding, he is the first person who wanted her out but why was he now having all this regrets? Belinda realized that David wasn’t on the mood so she went to the dining table and sat down. Nobody came to serve her food and so she looked towards the kitchen and saw a woman standing with a strange expression on her face. Janet couldn’t believe what David did and she was angry as hell. Her dear girl was suffering because of the good for nothing David, if she could have her way she could have taken her far away and showed her that there were better men who deserved her love.

— 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.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

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Davide says. The maid who once welcomed me yesterday opens the door, sauntering from behind her is a woman whose hair is dyed blonde that falls over her shoulders and whose amazing figure is accentuated by her black, one-piece jumpsuit. The way she moves her long legs is like a supermodel on a runway that I’ve only seen on TV. Her posture, confident. Her face, pretty. She stops a few steps from Mr. Davide’s desk. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Davide Ocampo. You can call me Mr. Davide or Mr. Ocampo.” Mr. Davide turns to me, then adds, “And this is Mackenzie Cortez, my secretary.”