Mary Shaw 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.

Mia managed to nod, and walked out on the stage. Shaw was holding his breath as they called on Lady M. He knew that she was the only woman that had a name that started with that letter. He looked across the room, and noticed that the other men were barely paying attention to their wives anymore. Their eyes were fixed on the stage, waiting for her to come out. “Do they know her already?” he asked himself. There was also one man that was looking at the stage without taking his eyes away. Liam. Shaw couldn’t help but wonder how shameless he was to still be in attendance to such a party. Liam’s eyes were wide by the time Mia walked on stage, swaying her hips with a sort of confidence that he had

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.

I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before answering her. "I-Is Mrs. Clarkson there?" I asked the maid anxiously and swallowed hard. The person I was looking for is not an ordinary woman in this society. She was well known for being rich and having businesses across the globe. That woman was Clark's mother who was extremely wealthy. My knees were shaking out of fear and nervousness. Nervous due to the idea that Clark and his mother got into trouble because of me. Getting nervous because I know Clark's mom already knew that I was a prostitute.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

She had heard scary stories about how maids were treated bad or starved or not paid. But her story was different, her bosses were nice to her. She didn't know what made Zendaya had changed towards the house helps. She had learned a valuable lesson since Carlotta. Puta, ¿tu marido te está engañando con Otra mujer y estás preocupada por él (Whore, your husband is cheating on you with another woman and you are worried about him)? Zendaya's conscience argued. Shut up brain! She said opening the car door and stepping out. She was dressed in a black A-line off-shoulder dress and paired it with 6-inch platform heels and a black clutch. She was adorned in black from head to toe and she rocked it.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

Swisher was Jewish; she wasnt, probably a Wasp from old money, a banker and a lawyer who met, not through social circles, but on a deal. is gal wasn't a cold fish, she was frozen. Her lack of visible grief didn't mean she wasn't attached to her husbandshe prob- ably liked him fine-it was simply a refiection of her icei the-veins nature. If Will ever had to sue someone, someone he really hated, this was the woman he'd want. She made eye contact exclusively with him. Nancy might as well have been invisible. Subordinates, such as the Iauy

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Shawna gushed as she stood up and placed the magazine back on the desk before firmly grasping Scarlett's hand. "She's Mrs Hawthorne," said Scarlett, waving at Marybeth. "I'm so sorry, my mistake," Shawn apologised with a brilliant smile. Nodding at the magazine, she continued, "I hope you don't mind that I kept myself entertained." "Of course not!" Marybeth lied as she glanced around the room, making sure everything was in its place. She relaxed visibly, relieved that nothing important, like Iris' file and papers detailing Austin's shady business dealings, had been left in the open. Shawna Adams was going to be a handful if her itchy hands were anything to go by.