Mary Shaw Real Story Novels & Stories

I was extremely devastated. A-a contract what? I stammered. So you want me to sign a contract marriage with you, I questioned. But he didn't give me a reply. After a few seconds of silence, he talked and told me if I could sign the contract I would be given two million won for my signing. I paused for a moment . Two things I said loudly. He calmed me down to keep my voice low. I was angry and curious at the same time.

She was an actress after all. She noticed when Martha placed five hundred naira notes in the trader's hand and collected the wrapped up stockfish then put it into the big sack she was carrying. She did not notice the actual price they both agreed on and she couldn't care. All she wanted was to go home, change and sleep off, probably wait for Dorine's return. They walked off towards another trader under Martha's direction, Doris doesn't know her left from her right when it comes to chores. She simply followed Martha around like her puppet.

It only makes the tears sting harder. At home, I lock myself in my room. I pace, I cry, and I scream into my pillow. Hours pass, but the ache does not fade instead, it festers, turning into something darker. Shirley thinks she is untouchable now, just because Ivan said a few sweet words in public. She thinks she has won. But she does not know me. She doesn’t know how far I can go.

Even though I have a happy life with my loving and care taking husband and my naughty child I felt that some corner of my heart was always empty because of my first baby love. I am Caroline shaw. The president of shaw's group. After my father passed away in car crash I became the president of shaw group as i was the only heir left in the shaw family. My mother was always a housewife. As she never stepped inside the business world and not interested in such hard things i directly became the president of shaw group. Though I struggled a lot during my teenage I never felt tired of handling the company because it was the dream of my father.

He recalled the encounter with Serenity in the clubhouse a few days ago. Although she was a woman he once loved, she almost caused the downfall of the Shaw family. If he had not broken up with her in time and the Hall family had not helped the Shaw family overcome the crisis, the Shaw family may very well be a third-rate enterprise by now! That day, she was wearing the vest of a sanitation worker, and she was in a mess. He did not expect the once proud “best newcomer lawyer” to work as a lowly sanitation worker now after getting out of prison.

Her ponytail was messy and lose, tears dried up on her face and Louise finger printed on her face and it was red and swollen. "Shay is that you?" She jumped at the voice. She turned around seeing Miriam staring on her with her eyes widen and her mouth open. "What happened to your face?" She said examining her face. Shay started to cry and Miriam hugged her and brought her to a room in the back of the café since it was her lunch break. She had her a chocolate smoothie and she told her what happened except that he tried to have sex with her. "I'm so sorry Shay, he deserves to be locked up" Miriam said angrily

“Is he… mentally ill? Should we call someone?” Strangers stared as if I’d lost my mind… or maybe they were right. I sprinted home and curled into a corner like a terrified animal. I realized I wasn’t a normal person anymore because even sunlight felt unbearable to me now. There were a thousand times I wished they could feel the agony they had carved into me, but I had nothing left. One day, I tried to gather evidence against them. However, every recording and document was wiped out when I accessed the files. Everything was gone. How was I supposed to bring down the most powerful Shaw family in the city with no evidence, no money, and no allies?

She didn’t know what she was shaping, only that she couldn’t stop. The sculpture had started as something abstract a faceless curve, a fragment of motion but somewhere between exhaustion and ache, it had become the suggestion of a man. Broad shoulders. A tilt of the jaw she knew too well. Her fingers froze. “Damn it,” she whispered, pressing her palms into the clay until it lost its form. A knock cut through the quiet. Once. Then again low, insistent. Rae’s pulse tripped. Nobody ever came here. Not her mother, not the PR vultures who pretended to manage her image. And definitely not

It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and was squeezing it apart. The pain was unbearable. Under the bleak moonlight outside, another memory surfaced. Back when the Holdens went bankrupt, my fiancée left me. I had nothing, and Sharon appeared in my life like a source of hope. She helped me pay off debts and helped me rebuild from nothing. At the time, I truly believed that the woman confined to a wheelchair was my salvation. For seven years, she showered me with love. Everyone said she was obsessed with spoiling her husband, that she loved me to the core.

But this was the first time he brought home the young woman from earlier—Nora Vance. That night, when I returned from the hospital, the housekeepers gave me strange looks. It wasn't until I went upstairs and opened the bedroom door that I saw Rylan sprawled across our marital bed. Nora sat beside him, dutifully feeding him water. When she saw me, she nearly jumped up in panic. "Mrs. Shaw! Mr. Shaw is drunk—" I stood in the doorway and waved her off. "Take care of him." "That wouldn't do. You're his wife, so you should be the one—"