Novelas y relatos de Mercer Frey

“But this is the reality of things. Look, both my birth parents are completely disregarding me while Ethan, who basically grew up with me, has abandoned me. I’m jobless, homeless, and unloved. Cindy is not the only one treating me like this.” Freya looked at her friend, feeling both sorry and angry. “My dad said it himself. My presence in Summit Group is solely to provide assistance to Rebecca. I can leave the company if I refuse to accept fate.” A pitiful smile spread across her face. “Obviously, I didn’t want that, so I left.” Freya tried to cheer her up. “Stop it. You’ll definitely shine brighter elsewhere with your capabilities.” At the same time, a server approached them. “Excuse me, mi

Noel led Penelope with a hand on her waist to a table. It was hard not to gawk when they were sharing their table with Margaret Freeman, a popular holder of one the seats in the British Parliament, Diane Hickenlooper, a Class 1 US senator, Lazaros Plapoutas, a Greek socialite, a handsome man with a charming smile who held Penny's hand and her gaze a second too long, and several others, some of whom she did not even recognize. There was an air of importance and wealth around them and suddenly she felt insufficient even after all her efforts at creating a comfortable life for herself.

I tell him. With shaky hands, he brings out his phone and brings up the email. “Here, that's it.” He says and he hands me the phone. SMITH COURIERS. “Thank you very much for your help Mr. Merlin.” I say then I hand him back his phone. Freya steps up behind him to wipe his memory. “This is going to hurt.” That's the only warning she gives him before she puts both hands on his head and starts chanting, he screams so loud, louder than when I smashed his foot, but a few minutes later, she's done and he is passed out.

He hadn’t approached her again, but the brief eye contact between them had been enough to send signals. “Catherine,” Frey said smoothly, interrupting my thoughts. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” I turned as he gestured toward an older couple, elegantly dressed, both tall, with bronze-toned skin and the kind of poise that came from decades of building something from nothing. They smiled with warm professionalism, the woman’s pearl necklace catching the chandelier’s glow like dew on a spider web. “This is Lucas Hernández,” Frey said. “CEO of the recently privatised Air Mexico, and one of our longest-standing international allies.”

Freya screamed, her hands shaking on the document. “But—” Freya frowned, realizing something. “It doesn’t have to be you.” Kenneth only hummed as he took his seat at the table. He stared at her, eyes cold. “What a relief.” Inner Devil 2: ‘I think he’s mad.’ Freya’s brows knitted. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have to understand the pressure I’m under right now. The jewelry company has been my life since I was twenty-four. Even before that, I’d already set my eyes on it. I knew it was my destiny.”

The audio feed from the lobby desk crackled to life through my phone's speaker, bringing the clear, icy tone of her voice straight into the pitch-black quiet of the studio: "Inform Mr. Vance that Sterling Heritage Capital is here for the acquisition board meeting," she said softly, her lips curving into a slow, devastating smile. "Tell him Seraphina Sterling has arrived."

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her

" Noah explained. "It sounds like he's referring to Soraya Wayne." Freya reflected. "Enough of them, what do you do?" "She enquired. "I'm a personal assistant in a multinational corporation," he persuaded her, "and what about you?" "He inquired. "CEO of the FG fashion industry." "Sipping her red wine, she smiled. "The Freya Grey?" In flesh and blood? "He was perplexed. She wasn't like Soraya. He had this idea that all successful women were bitchy, but she had proven him wrong that night.

There was a notch of familiar pain in them, highlighted by the harsh department store lighting. “Are you OK?” I asked. She nodded, almost sobbing. “Just missing someone. My brother. He was killed at work. His name was Felix.” Felix, Elky’s new accountant with a knack for dead ends. Whose name kept popping up in my life like a bent penny out of a slot machine. “I know, dear. I’m very sorry,” I said, because it was polite thing to say. It didn’t slip my attention that Freya was a good actress, and her accidental meeting stunt was well planned and even better executed. I nodded with appreciation.

Ancient power rippled violently through the forest as Eros wrapped one hand around the man’s throat. “Who sent you?” The mercenary struggled uselessly. “You’re already too late.” Eros’s eyes sharpened dangerously. “For what?” The man smiled despite the fear in his face. “She’s remembering.” Then suddenly blood spilled from his mouth. Freya’s eyes widened. The mercenary collapsed instantly. Dead. Poison. Eros released the body slowly, expression turning colder than before. Freya stared at the corpse. “He killed himself.” “He was silenced.” The answer came instantly.