Mirror Image Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

“Sana walang matang naiinggit ang tumingin sa iyo.” Tumawa nang masaya si Oriana, iniiling ang buhok habang muling tumingin sa salamin. “Sa pigura kong hindi kayang tanggihan ng mga lalaki, pakakasalan ko ang lalaking matagal ko nang gusto—sa totoo lang, ano pa ba ang mahihiling ko?” “Vintage Shella,” mabilis na sagot ni Sandra, hindi inaalis ang titig sa repleksyon. “At ang lahat ng impluwensya na maibibigay sa atin ni Major Walkham.”

I took a long sip of my drink, letting the alcohol numb the sting of jealousy. “I can’t believe you’re letting her get away with this, Mira,” Sandra pressed, her lips curving into a sly smile. “You’re Mirabel Hart. You shouldn’t be in her shadow.” As if I needed reminding. “What do you suggest I do?” I asked, my tone sharper than intended. Sandra’s smile widened. “Oh, I’ve got an idea...” The plan was simple, ridiculous, and wickedly satisfying: drug my assistant, stage an affair with some random guy, and call the press. By the time morning came, her career would be in ruins, and I’d have my spotlight back.

she shrugged. Sandra took off her robe and slowly dive into the pool in her black bikini which covers the best part of her body. The water is cold but her body adjusted to it in no time. " see who is here. I thought I won't be having my son around" Elizabeth scoffed sitting on the bench just a little far from the pool. She is the only one who can see through him. She know he would show up. He can't comfortably stay with his small family. "I Am here for them," he said staring into the pool. Sandra is playing with Jessica.her breast floating on top f the water. She looks happy than he has ever seen her.

I was thankful that we were in the deserted street which was more isolated during afternoon and we were hid by the gaunt shadow casted by the tree. "Say what?" "The annoyingly pleasing name you call me by," he mumbled against my sensitive skin and inhaled deeply. "Brownie?" "Yes, I miss this. Say it again," he ordered and I grinned. "Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie," I said in the sickly tone of how in the movie 'Nemo' the seagulls chirped, 'mine, mine, mine.' I continued blithely, "Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie, Brownie--- "

“I, Ella Brown, accept your rejection.” And then she added, her tone mocking. “Thank you Kelvin. I couldn’t have found my fated mate without you,” Sandra chimed in, her voice sweet yet venomous. “Mate? Who would take a rejected trash?” she bent down, whispering into Ella's ears, her fake mask gone. Ella scoffed, a mocking laugh escaping her lips. “You seem to enjoy the trash I deserted.” Fury ignited in Sandra’s eyes, and she raised her hand to strike, but before she could, a voice boomed through the hall.

Why was I smiling? “Destiny?” The voice interrupted. “I’ll be down in a while. Let me freshen up.” In minutes, I brushed and took a thorough shower, making sure to remove every trace of Alpha Theo from my body. His addictive scent. His dried semen on my thighs. **** Sandra was the name of my trainer. Even with her petite frame, her muscles weren’t something that could go unnoticed as they flexed while she warmed up. She was a brunette, someone who from the neck up looked like the softest and most feminine woman on the planet. But from the neck down, she was built like a killing machine.

"This is so unlike you." Sandra laughed softly, giving Taylor an embrace. "Don't be silly, I wanted to show my support to you personally. I've been just busy over some things these past few months." She tilted her head. "Besides, I wanted to make sure my clients always get the best treatment there is." Taylor laughed happily. "You're really the best." The director sighed admiringly. "Ah, look at who graced us with their presence..." As if he had forgotten Sophie's current predicement, he chuckled. "Man, Sandra Parker is really beautiful isn't she? Lucky Julian Fernandez."

“Please. Don’t play dumb, Lessie. You two have chemistry and not the classroom kind.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling a little. The butterflies in my stomach were undeniable, fluttering more violently the longer I stared at my reflection. “Okay,” Sandra said, stepping back to admire her work. “Hair? Perfect. Dress? Killer. Makeup? Chef’s kiss. You’re a walking heart attack.” I turned to her, laughing softly. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m supportive,” she countered proudly. “Now, tell me. where’s loverboy taking you?”

She grabbed the phone from my hand, scrolling through the transaction alert. “Oh my God… Miriam!” she gasped. “This is real!” I snatched the phone back, holding it close to my chest like someone might steal it. “I told you,” I said proudly. “I told you I could pull this off.” Sandra stared at me like she was seeing me for the first time. “You’re actually insane,” she said, half laughing. I winked. “Insanely smart.” She dropped onto the couch, still shaking her head.

Natasha opened it and skimmed through the contents while Tulani made a call to his PA. “Claudia, get me Tamara in here.” “Who’s Tamara?” Natasha asked. “Tamara Banda is the head of broadcasting. You will be reporting to her.” He answered. “How old is she?” “Does the age of your boss matter?” Tulani laughed. “She should be in her early fifties.” “Perfect,” Natasha said. “I would hate to be reporting to someone my age. Women have a way of establishing rivalries that are not even there. That reminds me, I met your sister down in the parking lot earlier. She is as tough as you described her to be.”