Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

“I think there has been a misunderstanding. Mr Bradford and I are not—” “You are not mistaken.” Vance’s voice cut across hers. Low, magnetic, and carrying the effortless authority of a man used to being heard. Rebecca went still beside him. He did not say husband. He did not say wife. But he stepped half a pace forward, using his tall frame to shield her neatly at his side. His expression remained composed, the faint smile at his mouth elegant enough to reveal nothing, while his grey-blue eyes looked directly into the cameras. “Bradford Group has always been committed to supporting the development of national sport,” he said. “Rebecca Perry is an exceptional a

“Arranged marriage, professor fight, Dawson getting his ass beat, and now Liv just left me for dick. Wild.” I hit confirm on the taxi and leaned back, waiting. My phone beeped in my hand. It was a text from Dad and I half sobered up. *we will talk about the meeting tomorrow* I rolled my eyes and started typing back. *Yeah sure Dad, can’t wait for that convo.* Could this day get any more interesting? Before I could hit send, I felt something hard press right against the middle of my back and my whole body froze. Then I heard the clear click of a gun cocking.

Elodie snapped. “Oh, I am sorry; have I offended you, Mrs Ford?” The sarcasm dripped from her tone. “My husband is not her so you can leave” “I will much rather wait here or inside for him if you don’t mind. I really have something important to say to him and I think you should know about it too” She mocked. “I do not think I want to hear anything you have to say, Sophia. You can have Henry, I do not care anymore what you both do but do it away from my home”

John smiled at me, his face full of relief, "Glad you stopped in to see us, you had my wife worried sick for all these years." Margie glared at her husband, "don't you have work in that kitchen?" He nodded and walked back towards the kitchen. Margie placed the bill on the table, "whenever your ready," she turned to me, "in my heart I knew you were fine," her eyes flicked over to Braddock then back to me, "he seemed to be trustworthy back then and I guess he is." Braddock placed money down on the table and with a smile nodded at her and she looked at me, "you will leave and go where ever you have been and not stay around here right?"

Had he caught her staring at James? She wrenched her head back to the front, trying to calm her nagging heart. When had Ziegler grown all those strong biceps and abs? He looked quite different and older. Maybe, she shouldn't try to peer at James too much, it would look like she did miss him. The bus started and everyone started talking at the same time. "Hello, folks! Listen up!" The young middle-aged master of the club stood up between the aisles. He was Mr. Bradford, he was freshly married and had decided to create an inspirational club that would help young aspiring students living around the community.

In seconds, he hit something. An image. He clicked to expand it. It was an old family photo—Raven, a woman and a man he assumed were their parents, and another figure. Male. He was tall. Standing in the middle, wearing a royal blue graduation robe, the cap tucked under his arm. His other arm rested around Raven’s shoulder. Christian zoomed in. There he was. Noah Bradford.

"So, I got this call when I was at work, concerning an opening for the Bradfords' family." "Okay, what do they need?" I asked curiously. "A personal assistant to the first son, Daniel!" Aunt Kim screamed in excitement. "Who is this Bradford?" "Wait, What? You haven't heard about the Bradfords'? Are you even living in this country?" Aunt Kim was obviously shocked. She hasn't met anyone who doesn't know about the Bradfords' family. "They are the richest, and most powerful family that holds a part of this country's wealth."

Bradford hollered loud enough to hurt my ringing ears. “What the fuck man! You are hitting me for that piece of cunt?” Bruce roared while wiping his bloody nose. Bradford inched forward and grabbed him by the collar once again. “She is not just a cunt. She is worth millions in the slave market and she will do good at the auction. You will stay away from her because I will get to keep the full amount only if the buyer does not find any fault with her body. You get that?” “Take your hands off” Bruce glared right back but Bradford let him go only after giving him a warning jerk.

Azriel looked coldly at the attendant and frowned as he said, "It's not like the sky has fallen. Why are you so flustered? This is no way to present yourself." The attendant wiped the sweat off his brow and said, "Jacobus has delivered a box and a letter. He left right after. "We were curious about what the box contained, so we opened it to take a peek. M-Mr. Bradford's head is inside it!" Azriel shot to his feet. Bradford was the future successor of the Abramsons. He had been sent to negotiate with Sebastian to train his temperament. No one had thought that Sebastian would have the audacity to kill an Abramson.

"It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?" "It's okay, you know it has always been about the happy kids and not the profits." He said smiling making Bernadette smile too, Mr Rodriguez was a nice Spanish man who lost his wife and kid 20 years ago, he couldn't remarry but preferred making kids happy as it gave him a piece of joy to cover up for his loss, he loved Elle like his own and it warmed her heart. "I know, Elle knows too, Right Elle?". She asked making Mr Rodriguez smile.