Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

“I’ll help you every step of the way. But you need to understand: Mr. Theodore’s family won’t make this easy for you. They’ll test you, scrutinize every word you say. If you’re going to survive this, you need to be perfect.” Miranda stood up from the chair and walked over to a nearby table where she had set down a photo album. She opened it carefully and sat back down in front of Nadia, her eyes steady as she flipped through the pages. “I think it’s important you see who you’ll be meeting soon,” Miranda said, her tone serious now. She turned the page to reveal a photo of a woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to leap from the page.

Ready to face Cassian Windsor. Plotting as I sling my pack over my shoulder, I head for the stairs. I need money. Cassian has it. If I can get enough, I’ll buy a ticket, vanish, start fresh. I know how. I’ve done it before. At the top, Cassian waits. He introduces me to his driver. “Mirabella, this is Kieran Malik. Kieran, Adrian’s daughter, Mirabella.” “Sorry for your loss,” rumbles Kieran. His voice is deep. Batman deep. He bows his head, impossibly polite. I take his hand.

"What time is Miranda getting here?" "Seven thirty. She's bringing a media consultant. They want to run through potential questions, craft talking points." "Make me sound believable when I say I married you for love and not money?" "Something like that." Elara stood, kissed his forehead. "I'm going to shower and pretend to be the kind of woman who marries billionaires all the time. You're going to eat something that isn't coffee. Deal?" "Deal." --- Miranda arrived at exactly seven thirty with a woman named Rebecca Park. She was in her fifties, sharp eyed, dressed in a power suit that screamed she'd handled worse scandals than this.

She looked like she is wearing a bright halo on top of her head, looking like a saint in her fit. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, in awe of her reflection. It was that time Morrigan couldn't even recognize herself because of how divine her beauty is. The maids around her are smiling widely as they look satisfied with how the princess looks right now. "Where are the pieces of jewelry that I will use?" Morrigan inquired, looking at the maid beside her. The maid went around the divider and when they came back they presented a tray with various pieces of rings, earrings, and necklaces, from finely crafted golden necklaces, to intricately made rings and bracelets, to exquisite earring

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Eddy suddenly said in front of me, he and Daniel were staring behind me, so I was curious and looked back too. F * ck it! Our eyes met, and I am furiously mad at her. It's Leysa and she is wearing a damn so sexy red two piece, that even though she is wearing a see through white shirt, I can, we can still see her sexy body, because it was see through that’s why her beautiful curve is still visible. And I'm irritated with so much annoyance to her now, because I should be the only one who should see her body, me and me alone!

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

"I will have you know that I am extremely serious about this, Mira. You have denied me what I feel is mine for so many long years. You have spurned me, toyed with me, fucking played me. Not. Any. More. Starting from the date written on that contract, you become mine. No more games." "Who the hell do you think you are?!" I screech, not caring if I am violating some kind of sacred billionaire code by raising my voice at him. "My name is Mira Estella Fernandez, and I am a property of no man. I belong to no one! You can take your papers and shove it up your arse, Lachlan. I will never agree to this. I will never be yours!"

"Scarlett." ******

“Ryder will insist on revenge but I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him ruin his life. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about what you heard today. Not even to Ryder. I…” Miranda suddenly becomes sweaty and falls on the floor. “Miranda!” Scarlett gasps and holds her. “What are you-” “I have cancer,” Miranda reveals. “I can’t lose my grandchildren. I’ll have to raise them with the limited time I have. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about tonight. Don’t even tell anyone that you saved Ryder. You don’t know them. They’ll kill your parents too. If Vincent Hawkins finds out that you know his dirty deeds, he’ll kill you and your family.”