Mr. williams! madame is dying Novels & Stories

“It looks like a cloud of pig fat. I am a Winslow, not a doll you put on top of a birthday cake.” Madame Vivienne gasped loudly. She backed up another full step, her human heart hammering so loud against her ribs that Marcus could clearly hear it from his position across the room. Marcus remained standing perfectly still by the heavy oak doors, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes scanning the space like a hawk watching its prey. “Yes, of course, right away, so move it,” Madame Vivienne said, turning to her assistant. “Bring out the blue.”

"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?"

A faint irritation flickered across his face, quickly replaced by something sharper. He called the villa. “Where is Madam?” he demanded. “Don… Madam passed away. Sudden heart failure.”

Wilson whispered urgently, "The old lady's having an episode. We need assistance!" Several maids rushed over, soothing Old Madam Guller with comforting words. "Young Madam King will be back soon." "That's right, she just called. She'll be here soon, and she wants you to rest." The maids continued their gentle reassurances. Neve's grip on her purse tightened, anger coloring her vision. Young madam? SHE was the future young madam of the Guller family! This damn woman. It would be easier if she just dropped dead!

“What is it? Don’t whisper like you’re keeping secrets from us. Say it out loud!” Ronie apologized softly before saying... “Madam… Boss… we found Marissa, the maid.” Everyone froze. The clatter of cutlery stopped. Emily tilted her head in confusion, nibbling on a strawberry. Ronie’s next words were like a blade slicing through the joyous morning. “But... She’s dead.” The room fell into silence. Cold and suffocating silence. Cassie’s breath hitched, her arm tightening around Emily instinctively. Gloria’s fork slipped from her hand, clattering onto the plate.

But Scholar Francis just point on something and when she look at it, she suddenly have an urge to cry and blame herself even more. Inside the room, there was a body lying on the floor...completely lifeless. Madame Irene was dead.

Another one slurred, “The madam was spot on. She said you were a pretty face with a fire body… and that we’d find you here. Hehehe.” Madam? Who was this madam? The man in the middle leaned in closer. His grin widened, more menacing than before. “Guys, I think we should have our time with her before we discard her like she instructed.” Discard. That word echoed through my skull like a gunshot. Discard? As in… kill? My body froze again. My thoughts spiraled into chaos. Who is this madam? Who would want me dead? Chrissy? I backed away slowly, my heart thudding violently in my chest, ready to leap from my ribs.

I asked, talking into my phone, but I knew it was useless. I didn't even realize I was standing on my feet. I pulled my hand away from my hair, strands of it filling my grip as I frantically dialed Troy's number, but I couldn't get through. Fuck, Troy's dead. Things just got a whole lot darker. Who is Madame A?

“By the way, I am surprised you’re concerned about my internet exploration, you have never showed any interest” “Oh dear Alex, you’d better appreciate my little attention while I’m still at it” “Yen! Yen! Yen! Thank you. You’re underestimating my job, instead of you to be my biggest fan” Alex mumbled. “Alexander the internet explorer!” Finn teased as he drank more chilled wine. Just then, Madison the maid came to serve my meal. “Thank you Madison” I drew out the cutleries to starteddevouring. “Sorry to cut into your conversation. I also used the Love station application “ Madison told us.

Leonard crashed against the window, the glass spiderwebbing under the impact. For a moment, everything stilled. Leonard slumped against the broken pane, coughing, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at William and laughed again—a hollow, broken sound. “Even if you kill me… you can’t erase me.” William stepped forward, pipe still in hand, but didn’t swing. “You’re already erased,” he said, voice low. Behind them, the sounds of the battle continued, Lily’s voice ringing out with sharp commands. “Adrian, left flank! I’ve got the stairwell!”