Mr. williams! madame is dying の小説・ストーリー

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

After a while, she heard the beeping of her phone and it was a text meeting from Mrs Morgan. “Hello Mrs Williams, please, can we see at Dominic Bar? My brain can’t manage what my eyes have seen. Please, I will explain everything to you.” Mrs William rotated her eyes and read the message again and she seemed confused. “I hope she didn’t lose her husband?” She said aloud. “If such a thing happened, the entire media houses would have broadcast it. Or is he in a terrible state? But the last time I called, he was doing better. *********

"Mr. Ferguson, I need you to confirm whether the deceased we have here is your wife." Harvey's face instantly took on a ghastly expression. "What do you mean deceased?" "Danica Reed." His pupils abruptly shrank. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Ha! Are you also teaming up with her to play a prank on me? She really can't bear to divorce me, can she? That's why she wants to use death as an excuse to drag it on." One of the police officers present, Peter Jenkins, slapped Harvey angrily. "You bastard! What did you say?"

He was mumbling some things that I couldn’t quite understand, and she was in turn, giving sharp remarks. With a sigh, I looked towards the hall. I could only hope that Mr Williams wasn’t looking for either of us. I had not seen him this night, but knowing him, he was always angry and bitter about something or the other. He wasn’t like the man who had been kind to me when I was still courting his son. “Let go of me!” The lady screamed. Oh, no!

“This woman you speak of is my wife.” “...” Seeing Felipe angry, Dice dared not talk back and resorted to persuading him instead. “But Madam’s already dead, Master Whitman. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see you moping around all day. There are hundreds of us waiting to work under you. What will we do when you dismiss the company?”

Shouting back and forth, one of the maid saw where Lea was. “The madame was there!!” One of the maids shouted. But before she can even took a step forward, she stumbled falling with a gunshot on her head. That made all the maids and guards look at where the owner of that gunshot was. Even Lea can’t believe in what she was seeing. “The madame! Save the-!” One by one they all fall down. “No…” Lea mumbled. It is like a dream- no a nightmare. To see numbers of people dying in an instant…

Seeing this, William snatched the letter from her, ripped it apart, and threw the pieces to the ground. "Enough! I just need you to tell me one thing—Jasmine… i-is she sick?" Tania met his gaze, her expression unchanged, but a bitter smile tugged at her lips. "No," she said quietly. William's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to her with pleading eyes. But then Tania's words felt like a heavy weight, dragging him down into an abyss. "No, she's not sick. She's dead." "Dead, you hear me?" she repeated. "Jasmine is dead!"

“I think she is dead.” Carter growls, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.“She was going to die anytime soon, it doesn't matter how she dies,” he murmured as he bent down to touch her neck. Hailey still felt warm, but life was slowly draining out of her. “Call...an… ambulance…please.” Her voice was faint and weak, barely above a whisper. Carter smirked, there was no way he was going to do so. “People with cancer faint more often.” He stood up.

“Racheal. Maman says it’s urgent. Please don’t be stubborn.” “Maman is dead. Please come home.” The phone slipped from her hand.

He paused, turning to look at me intently. “You don’t remember?” He asked and I was more confused. What am I supposed to remember? “Remember what?” I asked again. He seemed to think about it for some few seconds before blurting out the very thing I thought I would never hear. “Williams is dead.”