Mrs. And Mr. Smith Novels & Stories

Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really." When James Smith and Max Holland found the basement, it was empty. Even though the sun is shining brightly, the basement, which is less than 20 square metres, is still pitch-black, and the lights must be lit to see the scene of the house clearly. The house was rudimentary, with only one bed and one table, and the floor was damp. If you were not careful, you could easily slip and fall. James Smith stood in a daze in front of a portrait.

Dave smiles at him, "Dad it is..." Mr Smith's face brightens into a sweet smile, "more like what I want to hear" "So, what brings you here?" Dave asked. Mr Smith clears his throat, "to see your parents" he explains. Just then, Mrs and Mr Milton walk hand in hand with each other. "There they are" Mr Smith chimps. Mrs Milton's face grew stiff the moment she saw Mr Smith on the couch. "Are you ok, Hun?" Mr Milton asked his wife who seemed to have grown immobile.

Anelia jumped out of their way, just as the elderly couple exited. "Jonathan, I told you to leave it. They said it was their job to move everything," Mrs Smith ordered her husband, who was busy struggling with a huge box. "I'm also capable of doing that. We're only wasting time by waiting for them to do everything for us," Mr Smith; a lanky old man in his seventies argued. "It's seven in the morning. It's not like we're in a hurry," Mrs Smith countered firmly, but her husband ignored her pleas and continued to struggle with the box.

Most of them had their children studying abroad come home just to attend this event with the hope of forming an alliance. “Ouch! What’s it, babe?” Ruby’s husband exclaimed as his wife hit his hand repeatedly. “I’m sorry, darling. Look, Mr. Smith just came in.” “Whoa.” “Don’t be too obvious, baby.” “Did you say Mr. Smith is here?” Her mom asked, stepping even higher on her heels to get a glimpse of him. “Yes, Mommy. Mr. Smith is here with his WIFE.” She dragged the last word loud enough for Martha to hear.

Olive sluggishly walked over to the kitchen too to start preparing tea for the people that were coming. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ A few Minutes Later, Maggie and her husband smiled warmly as the two men walked into the living room. "Welcome, Mr. Smith and Secretary Scott. Thank you for gracing us with your presence" Mr Brown Anderson said as he led the way to the couch. "Good day, Mr. And Mrs Anderson. Thank you for the warm welcome" Logan Smith said as his eyes danced around the place. He turned to look at Scott with a knowing look and Scott gave him a side look too before they all seated on the couches available in the spacious living room.

Well, it was obvious they were all there for his wealth. Moments later, the man walked back to me. “You can go in,” he said. I flashed him a smile and heaved a deep sigh of relief. I thought they wouldn't let me in since they didn't have any appointments with me. As I walked in, I noticed Mr. Smith sitting on the long black couch. He is a man in his late sixties but still full of youthful energy. Sat beside him was a stunning young woman around my age. She couldn't be more than thirty years old. I could easily tell she was his commodity. Her saucy demeanor was evident as she playfully teased him. Once I stepped in, the two of them totally ignored me. Mr. Smith, dressed in a tailored suit, fl

Martin said and Ronnie brought out 3 glass cups for the drink. **** Mr. and Mrs. Houston visit Mrs. Smith in the hospital. "I'm sorry for making you both come on such short notice with your busy schedule," Mrs. Smith said weakly as Mr smith helped her sit up on the bed. "No no, it's fine, we are friends, that's the least we can do," Mr. Houston said. "Yes, dear." Mrs. Houston said. "So I told Justin about what we discussed that last time and he's on board with it," Mrs. Smith said.

“I know. But I still want to.” Five hours later, the plane touches down, and we step into the crisp air of the countryside airport. The elderly couple, Margaret and William, are waiting for us, their faces lighting up when they see us approach. I heard they're the CEO's grandparents who have been staying here since they were married. Their son has become billionaire but they stay here in their world. “You must be Eunice and James!” Margaret says, pulling me into a warm hug. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” William adds with a wide smile.

Alura asked in surprise. "Is it a problem?" "No, of course not." The sooner she was legally married to Lou, the sooner Percy wouldn't be able to touch her. "Alright." Grandma Mabel stood up gracefully. "Now, about the money. You shouldn't go to Percy Miller alone. I've arranged for bodyguards to escort you." Almost immediately, two massive men entered. They were over six feet tall, with shoulders like mountains. They wore dark suits that barely contained their bodies. "This is Mr. Cole and Mr. Harris," Grandma Mabel said. "They'll accompany you to pay off the debt. If Percy Miller tries anything, they'll handle it."

The hall was silent instantly when he did that. He pressed a button on the pen. Two voices were heard on the pen. The first voice was Paul 's voice. The second voice was Mrs smith's voice "'Hello Mrs Smith" "Mr Paul, you are still owing me a house rent for a year now, my patience is limited don't…." "I have left the house " Paul interrupted him "What!?! With paying my money?!!" Mrs Smith yelled on the phone, her voice was agitated. "It is only my useless wife and the children that are there, I'm sure they don't have a dime to pay you, that is what I just want to tell you " Paul said.