Melinda Warren Novelas e Histórias

Melinda managed to say with a teary voice as she pulled away from the hug. "Are you sure you will be okay?" Tracy asked worriedly and Mel nodded. Tracy offered to walk Mel to her car and told her to stay safe and she watched as Mel drove off. .................... Upon entering her apartment, Melinda wanted to do nothing but lay on her bed and cry her eyes out which was actually what she did after she changed into her comfy clothes. She cried and cried until she unconsciously fell asleep. . . . . Melinda woke up around 9 pm due to the sound of the doorbell. She reluctantly dragged herself out of her bed and headed towards the door.

Enrolled at UC Berkeley. There was something in her eyes. Not recognition. Not resemblance. But… that same kind of loneliness. That same fire under glass. I looked deeper. And I found the clue I hadn’t expected. Her mother’s name: Marissa Cole. A gallery assistant. Employed briefly by Holt Industries between 2003–2004. The timing lined up. Too perfectly. Melinda’s POV River came to me with a folder. Old-school. Paper. Tabs marked in highlighter. They laid it on the kitchen counter and said, “I think Andrew had another kid.”

Willow said firmly. "You've changed, Willow. You disappoint me," Melinda said. "How have I changed?" Willow asked. "You've lost your humanity. You're completely different from before," Melinda remarked. "No matter what you say, I won't beg on your behalf. I'm the God of War's wife, and I must show my stance on the matter instead of covering up my relatives' crimes," Willow said sternly.

"How is his real wife not a stranger? She doesn't have anything to do with us, so why are you helping her?!" Melinda frowned deeply. "Who said his real wife doesn't have anything to do with us? Do you remember four years ago when I left home with Lilin after we had a big fight, and we got into a car accident where I needed an urgent blood transfusion? The only reason I was saved was because a kind girl, who despite being pregnant, still donated her blood to me! And let me tell you something: that girl is none other than Zachary's real wife, Corinne Carew! I owe her for saving my life, so I'll never continue to help you cover up Sophia's crime!"

“Ms. Grace, Ms. Warrington is here for the noon meeting?” Emoni leaned over and pressed the comm button, “Send her back.” “Who is that?” The name was familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had heard it. “Melissa Warrington is an actress. She’s working out a move-premier after-party deal here at Club Heaven.” I was a little amazed. I hadn’t watched movies before, but I could at least understand that it was a big deal that she wanted to have her party here. “What’s the movie about?”

She nodded and smiled as she left. I quickly finished up with what I was doing and then looked through the files of paperwork we had on clients and other businesses that we held contracts with, looking for the name Melinda. I couldn’t find anything. I left the office and walked in the direction of the meeting room, where Melinda waited. I opened the door and she stood. I took the time to look her over, she was older than me, probably around 40 years old, she had platinum blond hair and was about 5 and a half foot tall. Her skirt was short, and her shirt was tight, revealing a dainty figure underneath.

“Ma’am, is there a problem here?” I didn’t break my glare from Melinda. “Nothing for you to worry about,” I said smoothly. “It’s about to be solved. And this lady—” I tipped my chin at her. “—is on the verge of losing her job.” Javier frowned. “Melinda, why would you be troubling Sir Dontrell’s wife?” Melinda’s expression didn’t waver. “I have strict orders not to let anyone in. That includes her. I’m just following protocol.”