Millie Lancaster Novels & Stories

Nothing changed from her appearance, except maybe for her long, wavy hair which was now hanging loosely down her chest, as opposed to her neatly tied-up hair years ago. Apart from that, he was still seeing the same Kassandra Larson whom he fell in love with. The bold and witty girl with kick-ass taekwondo skills was standing infront of him, only now, that girl didn’t recognize him. Is she pretending not to know me? He wanted to blurt out, but this was definitely not just some silly joke anymore. “Millie! Millie! Is that you?” Luke heard a voice coming from a distance. It must be Chandler already, he thought. But, why is he calling her Millie?

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

She knew her mother wasn't that trusting. “Jack Miller. Owner of Miller Inc. Do you know him?” “I don't know him personally, but I have heard of his company. It was recently founded about....two years ago and it definitely skyrocketed in such a short time.... Oh yes, it's his company that you're working as an intern before your finals.” Ana nodded. “I see you did your homework. So tell me, can I count on your help?”

Her raven-black hair was styled in loose, flowing waves, framing her bright eyes and perfectly rounded face. As she took the stage, Millie exuded poise and confidence, her contagious energy rapidly electrifying the room. Her rich voice flowed out through the speakers as she spoke. “Hello. Good evening to everyone here. I am Millie Pedro, and I am your master of ceremonies for today.” She announced it with a warm smile. One by one, the nominees were called up to the stage, where they were to be presented with different elegant trophies and certificates. Lana’s heart sank when she realised Cameron had not been nominated for any certificates, but Andre had.

Like maybe if I stared long enough, it would magically disappear. It didn’t. The article was accompanied by a photograph from one of Declan Laurent’s charity events. Milly stood beside him in a black gown. Elegant. Poised. Untouchable. The camera loved her. The public loved her. Apparently the entire damn city loved her. I scrolled lower. That was my first mistake. She’s become so sophisticated. The Laurent influence looks good on her. Declan and Milly are Washington royalty already. Best revenge glow-up ever. My stomach twisted.

“Chelsea? She’s Uncle Joseph’s daughter—the guy sitting next to her. He’s one of my dad’s close friends.” Yeah. Thought so. “You know, Liana,” Millie’s voice cuts in, smooth and dripping with that same sugary tone I remember way too well. “When I first met you, I honestly didn’t think you’d land a ring this fast.” A wink. “Guess you’re a lot more… capable than I gave you credit for.” God. This woman gets on every nerve I have. I hesitate, because there’s no clean way out of this. If I snap back—if I throw one of those sharp, biting lines—if I play along and make it sound like Shaun and I are real…

"Then take care of the baby yourself and don't cause trouble!" “Cause trouble you say? I only demand your responsibility!” shouted Megan loudly, drawing the attention of all the airport visitors. "Stop screaming!" hissed James, he knew some people were starting to pick up their phones and secretly record their fights. Although not as famous as celebrities, James Milleer was very well known among American business people. "I'll be screaming out from the top of my mother fucking lung to let everyone know that I gave birth to your baby!" Becky was starting to feel uncomfortable that people were staring at them so blatantly.