Mr. williams! madame is dying Novels & Stories

She asked for James to sigh. “Madam kaila was killed” he said for celine to frown. “What did you say? Please stop all jokes and tell me what you said” she asked trying to not break down. “Madam, it’s the truth. She was kidnapped and killed few days ago and since then the madam has not been herself” he said for celine to sit on her lounge dropping the phone. “Kai” she called as heavy tears began to pour out of her eyes.

Everything is going smoothly so far even Diane and Nate getting closer… I'm happy for them I will never go against their relationship if ever… Not now but soon… The 5 days’ vacation will be done two days from now... I was back from my reverie when I heard my phone ringing, I went to the bedside table of the suite… And I saw Mr. Williams's name on my caller list... “Hello!” Jamie said “Can we meet what you come home?” “Of course! Is there something wrong Mr. Williams?” “I just want to say something...” He said leaving her a hint that the information he had is really important...

“Come on Williams, show me what you can do to get me on my knees begging!” Williams walked over to the table picking up the gun, “I've always known you to be a rude prick, but never known you to be the type who would die because of a woman. So die, I'll take good care of Elena for you.” He pointed the gun at Mason's head, “Bye wife snatcher.” I couldn't look, Then I heard it. The gun shot.

Williams was confused on what was going and shook his head disappointingly. "If you aren't going to tell me what the problem is, then get out of my sight." Williams said frigidly. The two stopped and looked at each other. Thomas heaved. "It's about the Duchess." "What happened to my wife?" Williams asked worriedly. "Nothing really. My mistress is sad and your silence is killing her." Zita continued. "Did she tell you she was sad?" Williams asked keenly. "She didn't but her spirit has been down lately. It's not unhealthy for a nursing mother." Zita pointed out.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

“Your plan will fail unless I die. It is forbidden. My son cannot have another wife except Fulvia.” Mrs Williams paused midway on the staircase. “You should stop saying things like that,” she said calmly, glancing over her shoulder. “Or you might get poisoned… one way or another… sooner or later.” Mr Williams’ fingers trembled. “Are you saying you would kill me for an outsider? For a mistress you dare call your daughter-in-law?” Mrs Williams placed a hand on her chest dramatically. “Kill you? God forbid. I don’t want to be a widow yet. I’m simply saying… be mindful of your words. Or perhaps even God Himself might remove you from the way.”

Milk spread across the tiles. Mara screamed. “Madam is missing! Madam is not in her room!” Her loud cry echoed through the mansion. --- In seconds, the other maids rushed out from the kitchen and hallways. “What happened?” one of them asked. “Why are you shouting?” another said. Mara pointed toward the room, her hands shaking. “Madam Judy… she’s not inside. The room is empty!” The maids rushed into the room. They looked around, their faces turning pale.

Stella said absent-mindedly. "What did you just say?" Suzi looked at Stella as her eyes went round in shock. "Jasper!" Stella stared past Suzi, "Tell Mom that you're not dead! Don't just smile and do nothing!" Stella stomped her feet in frustration. "Has the Young Madam gone crazy?" Auntie Wood asked Lynette, who was standing next to her. "Poor Young Madam," Lynette cried. Suzi got up in a trance and walked forward.

Behind him, several figures followed—some of Adrian’s trusted allies, a few high-ranking lawyers… and then, the man they had all believed to be dead. Mr. Williams. Margaret’s breath caught in her throat, and the glass in her hand slipped, shattering onto the floor. Benson stumbled back, his face draining of all color, while Derrick’s hands clenched into tight fists. “Impossible…” Margaret whispered, her body trembling. Mr. Williams, standing tall and very much alive, stared at them with sheer disappointment. “What’s wrong, Margaret? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Adrian smirked coldly. “I must say, the performance earlier was quite entertaining. The fake grief, the scheming, the betraya

In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy. “Baby John, that’s what people who mess with us get, we agreed till death do us part when we got married, I am just giving your father what he wants, no one outsmarts me,” she said holding her phone which had the recording of her husband and Sarah on the bed planning on her life. She then drove away after much attention was beginning to be directed towards their house. Mathew was there at the apartment after a few hours, he was full of joy and the first thing he did was jump on Priscilla with joy.