Misery Loves Company Novels & Stories

I flinched at his words, unsure how to respond. “I didn’t know you were here. I just…” I trailed off, taking another hesitant step toward him. “You look terrible.” I mumbled. He barked out a laugh, bitter and short. "Rub salt in the wound," he muttered, and I shook my head hesitating, the sharpness of his tone cutting through me. “I didn’t know you were here,” I admitted, stepping closer. "I just... I needed to clear my head.” “Well, you’ve found the perfect company for that. Misery loves company, isn’t that what they say?” He muttered as he tipped the bottle back, taking a long swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The audacity of him trying to buy absolution made my stomach turn. “Marissa, please,” he said quickly when my silence stretched. “I don’t know how much I have to beg you, but forgive me. I know this can’t erase what I did. It can’t replace what you lost. But let this be compensation.” That was when I laughed. Out loud. “Compensation?” I scoffed. “You stupid fool.” He flinched. “You really think my hatred comes from this company?” I stepped closer, my voice low and sharp. “A company built on my sweat? I could build ten more with my talent.”

However, all those sweet memories were just history. I fought back tears and looked up to see the photo frame on the counter. It was a snapshot of us at the company's grand opening. The festive moments from back then were still crystal clear in my mind. Edward gazed at me with deep affection. "Jennifer, thanks for standing by me. Don't worry, I'll make sure our company soars, and then, I'll sweep you off your feet and take you home in style." However, then... Staring at those mementos, my heart fell into pieces.

She watched them for a second longer before speaking. “It’s finished.” Chris shifted slightly in the armchair, but he didn’t interrupt. Grandma Morris tilted her head. “Finished how, dear?” Mia lifted her eyes. “I got the company back.” A quiet pause followed. Grandpa Morris leaned back slowly, absorbing that. “Well,” he murmured, “that sounds like a victory.” “It doesn’t feel like one,” Mia replied softly. Grandma Morris reached for her teacup. “Victories rarely do when they cost something.”

And she went back to her room so that she could have her bath. When she got back to her room she was all sweaty. Marissa was struggling not to cry because even the money that her family collected from the company, they didn’t give her anything from it, they said Steve was scammed a huge amount of money when he was trying to start a business, the whole thing was so frustrating that Marissa wished she wasn’t born, she thought of asking Shirley for help but she didn’t want it to seem like she was trying to leech on her because she knew she was rich and she will like to help anytime.

But it seems that her husband isn’t up for brutal scenes and violent remarks since if there is one person who has the foulest mood, it’s Mariano. He just came back from work, Tired as hell and thinking about something. His mood ever since was always foul that can even make a person have a foul mood. Their company is facing problems that they cannot see where it is coming from. It’s not even a new issue. Since their company has been facing many problems even before they marry Madison off. But what they just did was just a small part that can’t even save any other problems of the company. The problem is big and is continuing to grow and they can’t even find a way to stop it.

She gazed at me disdainfully and lightly slapped the receipt against my face twice. "I'll let it slide this time. But you'd better watch your tone the next time you talk to me, you mutt," she mocked. I seized her hand in one swift motion and tightened my grip. Her face instantly contorted in pain. "You're in no position to talk to me like that!" I snapped. After all, Mitheria Group wouldn't have made it without the Haydens' help. My family even held the majority of the company's shares. Although Julius was the CEO of the company, the main shareholder behind the scenes was me.

they replied both and leave me here in the living room all by myself. I heaved a sigh as I felt the sadness again in my heart. I was looking at the teddy bear on my lap and the face of my dead baby reflected on it. A bitter smile formed on my face and I saw how she happily smiled on me. My baby are now happy where she is right now but I'm still miserable stuck on my situation. If I had only not became stupid that time, she might still here. She will be in my arms at this moment not this teddy bear. In so much thoughts and sadness running on my mind and heart, I cried all the tears that wants to escape. I know that Mandy and Ana can hear me but I didn't mind. I cried out all my tears till it

“I tried, I really did, but I don’t like the town. I don’t like the people. I’m not settling in at work, and it just doesn’t feel like I belong here.” Misery settled heavily in her eyes, making the gray look stormy and dark. It was clear to see the depth of her unhappiness. While I’d known she wasn’t loving it here from the very first day we arrived, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed how much worse it had gotten. “Give it a little more time to grow on you,” I said, my tone an inch away from begging. “We’ve both been so busy, but I promise I’ll spend more time with you. We’ll go out. We’ll—”

Like the crew felt about their captain, Morris was certain that a finer man could not be found than the employer he was now assisting with dress. Stephen made haste to the captain’s cabin. Entering without knocking, he was greeted by a notably unkempt Captain Jackson Sims seated at an ornate, sturdy looking mahogany table holding a small piece of paper. A dead carrier pigeon lay before him. “’Twas a terrible storm he struggled through,” Sims said as he nodded toward the dead bird. “‘Tis a shame to lose him. Homing pigeons what can locate ships are difficult to train. This was one of our last,” he mumbled. “’’Tis a wonder the little guy made it through a storm the likes of what we just had. Y