Maya X Claudine Novels & Stories

Michele informed her. “Oh, I see. That’s why you called this place a paradise awhile ago.” Clarisse finally understands everything. "By the way, where's my mother and father?" suddenly inquired to their butler. "Madame Katherine is having a Ladies' Night at the Clubhouse. Master Michael is having a meeting with---his business partners." Henry informed his young master. Clarisse puzzily frowned when she saw Henry looking a bit hesitant when he said the words "business partners." The old butler also gave him a mysterious look and then he averted his eyes away from her.

Chloe remarked. "I'm not a maid! My dad has been Mr. Kenneth’s chauffeur for over a decade. We’re all like family," Clara retorted. "Haha, you can just admit you’re a maid." Chloe burst into laughter. This woman was even lower in status than Megan. Xavia glanced toward the entrance of the mall, a calculative look in her eyes. She noted the timing and took a step forward. "Chloe, hurtful words can be damaging. People these days can’t distinguish between nobles and commoners."

The young woman drove in and parked the car in the driving lot, dhe hurriedly came down from the car to help Maya Gillian with the door. Clara carefully opened the rear door and Maya came down. “”Thanks love” Maya said and stepped outside the car. Clara took the baby bag and follower her, she pressed the car lock button on the remote key as she went inside the house. None of the maids were outside and it was unusual. “Where is everyone?” Maya mumbled but didn’t stop or say anything. “Please start cooking while I take care of Sophie" Maya Gillian said as she rocked the crying baby. “ We will be going back in the next two hours, so there will enough time to refresh and rest” Maya Gillan mentio

Claire’s villa to have a word with Maya. “Jordan, what the f8ck are you doing?!” Xavier exclaimed as he grabbed onto Jordan’s coat. He pushed Jordan towards the wall forcefully as Jordan tried to disentangle himself. “There are other people in there, Jordan! Get a hold of yourself!” “She’s not going to marry him!” Jordan scoffed angrily. “She is my wife!” “We know that, Jordan,” Adam responded as he helped Xavier pull him back inside the villa, closing the door. “But, Maya doesn’t. I think St. Claire is hiding that from her.”

Timothy retorted, displeased. Maya piped up, "Timothy, Mr. Lane and Mia seem to be close. He actually personally supervised the decorations for the hall." Timothy became all grumpy at that instant. Claude was a playboy in Nord City; his girlfriend never stayed the same every three months. Looking at her, he responded, "Yeah. I think Mia is gifted in design and playing piano, at least much better than you." It was such a humiliation to her. "Claude, what are you joking—"

She yelled, wincing at the strain on her throat. She met the eyes of a young maid. The girl was crying, her hands clamped over her mouth, trembling. "It's me," Maya said, confused. "I know I look different, but—" She stopped. The maid wasn't looking at her. She was looking past her. Maya followed her gaze. “Shit!” Her body jerked violently. She stumbled back, and fell. "Hello, daughter." Claire’s voice echoed through the mansion. She sat in an armchair near the fireplace, dressed in her finest clothes, gold jewelry glittering at her throat and wrists.

Timothy retorted, displeased. Maya piped up, "Timothy, Mr. Lane and Mia seem to be close. He actually personally supervised the decorations for the hall." Timothy became all grumpy at that instant. Claude was a playboy in Nord City; his girlfriend never stayed the same every three months. Looking at her, he responded, "Yeah. I think Mia is gifted in design and playing piano, at least much better than you." It was such a humiliation to her. "Claude, what are you joking—"

Maya asked, her voice tight with restraint. "Oops, did I strike a nerve? I didn't mean to," Clara said, smiling quickly. The corner of her lips curved in disdain as she sipped more wine. Maya's anger seemed to give her pleasure. She had wished Maya had lost the contract, and she was disappointed when her dad told her the news. Maya's success was a thorn in her side. Maya was getting irritated with Clara's rude attitude and disrespect. She fought back the urge to talk back, fearing her voice might start shaking again, which might make her cry. Clara must not see her weakness.

he asked. “Magic? Nah, I heard Edgardo's friend Marcello named his daughter Mayela.” I said and he giggled. “Haha. You deserve to burn in hell.” Claire said as she walked downstairs. Looks like she's having an argument with Edgardo. Typical. “Claire… it's okay.” I said and she looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “Nothing is okay. That bustard deseves to burn in hell for the pain he caused you.” Great! Now my friends hate him too.

I guess I now know where they go after I arrive at work and they get their daily photos of me. “Ms. Greene! Ms. Greene! Can you tell us what you’re doing at the Knightingdale Suits house?” I smiled at the man who asked and told him, “Let’s just say that big things are happening for Claudette Reed.” More questions came and the cameras continued to flash, but I made my way inside the dark building without another word to them. The inside of the building is white and gold. Sparkling chandeliers were overhead every twenty feet that made the marble floor below my heels glisten.