Novel & Cerita Mary Wardwell

Priscilla declared, her eyes filled with murderous intent as her eyes darted around. I watched their flippant attitude and couldn't help but smirk at them. At this point, Priscilla was the second-most powerful beastman in the Secret Realm, after me. If it weren't for that fact, I knew that the other beastmen wouldn't have hesitated to beat her and Jasper up for their attitude. Jasper didn't forget to drag me into the mud as well. "Look, Prissy, I think your husband is going to nag at you too."

before Rhea remembered she had work and went, with a small genuine smile that Theo had spent the next ten minutes pretending not to think about. Brynn heard the report from Wynn over a late tea by the fire in the lady’s study, and again she laughed. “Fourteen seconds. A whole pause. He’ll be married by spring at this rate.” “Don’t tell him that,” Wynn said dryly. “He’ll faint.” She sipped her tea. “I like the new wolf. Mara. She’s quick and she stays out of the way and she does the work without needing to be told twice. Either you’ve got lucky with this one, or her old lady was a better teacher than mine was. I wouldn’t say no to keeping her if the trial month holds.”

They wore the old Voss expressions, the ones Aiden had seen on his father’s face for years. Rylan shifted forward, but Aiden lifted a hand, stopping him. “Anyone else?” Aiden asked. A woman by the far wall raised her hand without waiting to be invited. Mara. Mid‑thirties. Gamma. Ran logistics for three city blocks without missing a shipment. Kept the pups’ immunization schedules better than most human clinics. “I’ll speak,” she said. “Since the boys are having feelings.” A few of the younger wolves bristled. Mara ignored them.

“Or Rowan starts thinking you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mary’s fingers tremble once as she takes the pen. Good. For the first time in her life, she is afraid of the man she worships. She writes. Neat lines. Careful curves. No wasted ink. When she’s done, Melody holds the paper up, reads it once, expression flat. Then she melts wax onto the fold and presses a seal. Not the royal seal. Mary’s seal, her old family stamp from Ridgepoint, the one she still carries because she thinks her history is a weapon.

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

Simultaneously Martin gasped in shock, while Jared grunted. “I married her, Maris” Jared replied her voice low after a few seconds. “She’s now my wife.” “And we approve,” Maris replied not deterred in any way. It seems that Jared was used to the blunt way Maris spoke to him since she did not detect any irritation or anger in his low voice when he spoke. “We can definitely make use of the good publicity,” Martin added. “Have you chosen your private secretary Dr. Cunard?” “Yeah I have. But she’s a newbie... she interned for Vogue but she has a degree in International Public Relations from NYU. I thought perhaps you and Marisa could train her on the intricacies, it that’s okay?”

She cried again. Now I wanted to help her. I wanted to do something to make her trust, if not Jared, me at least!Maraïda needed to trust someone enough to give herself worth and her life value. She didn't only have to live only for the child she was carrying. She was eighteen. She had so much more to live for. "I had a miscarriage once and I have never," pain flashed through me as the memories refreshed in my mind, "I lost .y womb in the cleansing process and could never bear another child." She turned to look at me. What I saw in her eyes wasn't pity.

We entered the pediatric ward and a middle-aged dark-haired man with rimless glasses approached us with a wide smile. "Mr. Forbes, Mr. Carter, I'm Doctor Stanton. Thank you for sparing little time to visit," he greeted, forwarding his hand. We gave him a handshake and proceeded to his office. While we were discussing- something to do with donating to charity, something, or rather someone caught my eye. My wandering eyes landed on two women who stood in the corridor across the ward. One was a dark-skinned lady, while the other, a redhead. Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear.

Upon arrival, she ran to Xyla’s ward, pushing the door open without knocking. Xyla was still sleeping soundly with Sharon Lindt accompanying her nearby, her eyes still reddened from crying earlier. Sharon was shocked when she saw the maid. “Who are you?” The maid rubbed her tears away and quickly stepped forward. “My name is Maryam Dowse, and I’m a maid from the Quest family. I’m here to tell Ms. Quest something. Could you please wake her up?” “What do you want to tell her?” Sharon asked. “Mr. Quest-Mr. Quest…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as despair overflowed from her.

Giada finally left those words before she walked out of the hall silently. Here, Martha was with Wynn in the hospital. Suddenly, she received a call, and the call display showed it was Vivian. She was immediately terrified. After a long while, she met Vivian outside in the corridor. “Martha Yates, Madam intends to start with the child in Wynn’s belly. Anyway, she’s undergoing antenatal treatment now. Even if she really has a miscarriage, no one will suspect you.” Vivian wore a black leather jacket and had her arms crossed over her chest. She spoke emotionlessly.