Melissa Gilbert Novels & Stories

“Hello Miss Melissa. I’m Gwyneth Mercator. I’m also an aspiring equestrian.” Melissa widened her mouth in amazement. “Oh, now I see why you’re so familiar. It’s humbling to meet you. You’re a promising star.” “You’re one of the best people I want to meet too!” Gwyneth exclaimed. “Wow, it’s an honor. You and your cousin must be really close to have this same hobby,” Melissa commented. “If we will be vacant for some time, we can have our race course for a drill. I’m a polo enthusiast too.”

I watched him wheel away with Melisa, she turned back and flipped me the middle finger before smirking. I knew it was all a scam but how could I prove it when I've been painted red? My husband won't even look me in the eyes anymore, maybe I should give up and stick to the plan to get out of here, no more distractions. What I thought I had with Mateo was a fantasy…. The phone rang and I picked it up, it was Melissa at the other end, “Hi Melisa” I greeted. “So I've been able to reach out to Liliana Delgado and she’s truly interested in hearing us out, she has given us a slot, can you make it by 10 am tomorrow” she asked.

"She slapped me for calling her daughter a bastard? Hah. Just wait until the Hale heiress’s engagement party. I’m going to make sure the real E.H. knows exactly who has been warming her fiancé’s bed. I’m going to expose that bitch Elara as a home-wrecking mistress in front of the entire Hale family. It would be fun to see her losing face in front of all. And the Hales will destroy her! Hah" "Melissa, are you sure?" One of her friends asked. "If you're wrong...then—" "I'm not wrong! I heard Katherine Hale herself say her daughter is the one marrying Christian Miller. That simply means that the bitch Elara is just a placeholder. She is nothing but a cheap, filthy mistress, and a temporary dist

she said, “Are you ready to work?“ Harriet asked, “Where do you work?“ Melissa asked, “I'm underground pornstar, a step to upcoming pornstar” Harriet explained, “are you ready to join me In the field?“ she asked, “I don't think, I can do that” Melissa said, “Which means, you will remain In your poverty, and men will be dating you and dumping you” Harriet said, and she picked her car keys and her purse, and she stood up,

Willow Mel, looking as gorgeous as ever, was dressed in a tight red number with mile-high Louboutin's, and she had her blonde hair straightened. If you looked up the word ‘bombshell’ in the dictionary, I’m sure Melissa’s picture would be there. “Mr Grayson,” I say, still feeling formal when I see him, and he chuckles. “Please, we're off the clock. Call me Reid.” He says. “I hope you don't mind me being here. Melissa has just helped me put out wildfires, so I want to thank her with a drink.” He finishes then calls a bartender over.

" Rayner asked him curtly. " Uhm..... earlier today when you helped Akira after she was bullied by Mr Eric Gilbert and Camilla, Miss Melissa Brown came after you left and announced something which made people gossiped about it." John was scared to mention what Melissa said because it's was about his late wife. "What did Melissa say?" Rayner asked feeling annoyed. Why would Melissa announced something in the first place? She's just staying at the office because of their family company .

Chapter 45: A Dance with Shadows The gala sparkled with glamour, a testament to the wealth and influence of those in attendance. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Melissa, now disguised as Allison Roman, moved through the crowd with practiced grace. She wore a sleek black gown, her hair styled in an elegant updo, and her demeanor calm yet alert. Every step she took felt like a calculated move in a high stakes game of chess.

“Okay, so I have a tiny problem.” “Define tiny.” She grimaced. “It’s this project—the Delgado file? I was supposed to be working under Melissa, but she, uh, kind of hates me.” “Hates you?” “Yup. As in, if I breathe too loudly near her cubicle, she’ll glare at me like I kicked her cat.” I blinked, trying to recall the name. “Melissa… she’s an old employee, right?” “Ancient ,” Jessie said, perching on the edge of my desk. “Tall, blonde, blue eyes, legs for days. The one who walks like she’s permanently on a runway.”

“Yes?” A woman’s voice, hesitant. “Ms. Williams? This is the events coordinator from the Spring Gala.” Melissa closed her eyes briefly. “Yes,” she said gently. “We wanted to confirm attendance lists,” the woman continued. “There seems to be some confusion regarding Miss Lisa Williams’ role.” Melissa smiled not outwardly, not dramatically. Just a small curve of understanding. “There’s no confusion,” she said. “She isn’t attending in any official capacity.” A pause. “I see,” the woman replied. “Thank you for clarifying.”

I stared at her, still processing what had just happened. “You… you just…” “Took down a bully? Yeah.” She handed me my sketchbook and the torn pieces. “I’ve dealt with enough assholes in my life to spot one from a mile away. I’m Melissa, by the way. Melissa Hayes Spenser.” “Aria,” I managed. “Aria Martinez.” “Nice to meet you, Aria Martinez.” Melissa sat down beside me on the bench. “Your art is beautiful, by the way. That girl was full of shit.”