Novel & Cerita Melinda Robertson

I warned her but Melissa only laughed "You cant use that against me, I can easily tell Robert am alive, even right now. It doesn't matter who tells him, you or sally or me, he is bound to know soon or later and when that happens, I will put up a perfect act that will have him on my side immediately" Melissa was right, Robert was so in love with her and it made him dumb in my eyes, Melissa was cunning, this was a lose game for me if I decided to expose her...

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

How could I ever rely on him again? This Melinda woman was wandering around the room, looking at various things and commenting something about the decor not being feminine enough. It was a constant drone of words with no meaning for me whatsoever. Tyler's head was on a swivel, moving between Mitchell, Melinda, and me. I looked over at Mitchell for an explanation, but he looked just as horrified. "What the fuck have you done, old man?" I mind-linked him. Slapping his palm to his face, Mitchell answered, "I was supposed to ring Rikard. Melinda is Rikard's daughter, and she was coming over to meet you as a possible Luna."

I wondered where Kieran got his attitude from. “We've heard so much about you dear, it's good to finally meet you” Melinda said. She radiated the same motherly energy I usually got from Esme. She shared a lot of similarities with Esme, the most obvious difference was in their height. Esme was slender and taller while Melinda wasn't much taller than me. She had a fuller heart shaped face that framed nicely when she smiled. Her ebony hair was held up in a bun and she had on an elegant black dress that matched Ralph's black suit combo.

She rubbed her eyes and looked utterly confused. "What is going on?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe there was a system error or something lagged?" Melinda suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs and flung her phone angrily to the floor. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared daggers at me, looking like she wanted to kill me. "Melissa Bolton! You did this to me! You destroyed me!" I blinked my eyes innocently at her. "What do you mean, Linda? I don't understand what you're saying."

Whoever this Melinda was, she was already dangerous before she’d even appeared. The curtain at the back of the bar stirred, and out stepped a woman with long raven hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. She moved like smoke, her hips swaying, her crimson dress clinging to her like fire itself. Her kohl-dark eyes scanned the room with bored precision, until the bar owner called out from behind the counter. “Melinda! Over here. Got some clients waiting.” She pointed at the booth where Valerius, Chloe, and Lucius sat. Melinda’s painted lips curled into the faintest sneer. “Clients,” she muttered under her breath. But when her eyes landed on Valerius, her step faltered. Her expression soured ins

She looked quite helpless this way. “Oh—“ Melinda looked up, startled. “Please! Not interested in that section whatsoever.” She giggled pulling her newspaper apart. She even pointed at the empty seat in front of her urging Alessa to join. Well, this was going to be easier than she thought. Alessa kindly smiled and took the seat and the loose papers she handed her. “Hello, I am Alice Kelly.” She extended her hand now that it was free. “Melinda Iron.” Alessa softly gasped knowingly, trying not to sound too interested. “I think I read about you? My site, PHAT, wrote an article on you. We have a monthly women spotlight section and you were featured.”

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.