Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

Liana wanted Alice branded as a mistress and paraded as a social pariah! "Thank you, everyone, for your concern. Mr. Beckett and I will be sure to notify everyone once we have news to share." She gave the cameras a comely smile. "As for Mr. Beckett's ex-wife … I know very little about Ms. White. Please don't attack her. She and Mr. Beckett are no longer together. Let her live in peace."

“Welcome to the Fieldston Women’s Circle, Kimberly. I hope you do enjoy yourself. And I certainly hope today is the first of many visits for you.” She smiled again before another member gently pulled her away. Vivienne leaned closer. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? I told you, we don’t bite here.” I laughed. The next introduction came almost immediately as we proceeded in—a petite brunette named Eleanor Whitmore, whose husband, I was told by Vivienne, owned one of the city’s largest architectural firms. She greeted me with genuine warmth. Then afterwards came Patricia Monroe, an accomplished plastic surgeon with an easy smile and infectious laugh.

Upon hearing this, Charles shot a glare at Becky and reluctantly took his seat. Becky, interpreting their hesitation as a sign of timidity, grew even more complacent. How did Becky manage to secure an invitation to such an exclusive auction? "Becky had once held the position of a director in the HR department at World Group before her dismissal. Despite her professional role, she did not possess the substantial wealth often associated with the elite class." "Observing the situation, Charles leaned in and remarked, 'I recognize the man next to that troublemaker. He's Stephen Curran, a well-known antique collector in these circles.'"

Mason instructed his assistant as he left. At Mason’s mansion, Becky smiled as she stepped out of her car, looking around. Mason had moved from his previous home without giving her his address. She carried a small wristwatch box she had bought for him and walked into the mansion. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the butler greeted her. “Butler James, it’s been a while,” Becky smiled, glancing around the sitting area. “Please direct me to Mason’s bedroom. I want to leave this there myself,” she said, smiling.

To think of it, I was baking bread that morning too. I was leaving the bread off to cool when I looked up to him standing in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome. I shake the thought away and get to work. Thirty minutes later, I’m wiping down the counters when the bell over the front door chimes. My stomach clenches—because no one is supposed to be here. I turn around, heart pounding, and see Mrs. Beckett standing in the doorway. I try not to think too hard about the disappointment I feel when I smile at her.

I’m actually a good girl. After dinner, Mr. Beckett goes out to the balcony to smoke a cigar accompanied by Leopold and Mr. Gleason. That means I’m left alone with Mrs. Beckett. I give her a thin smile as the men exit the dining room. The second they leave, she walks towards me and gives me a threatening gaze. “Don’t think even for a second that I am going to let you marry my son, you dirty gold digger,” she warns me with contempt. “I’m not as naive as to buy your whole innocent-orphan act, I see you for what you really are.”

Jason had told me to refuse all her invitations, so I guess I didn’t have to worry. “Hello,” I greeted. The voice on the other end was silent. “Lizzy, it’s Becky. Your mother-in-law’s friend. Are you busy?” she asked. Wh-what? Becky? Where did she get my cell phone number? “Hi, Becky. I’m reading a book. May I know where you got my phone number?” I asked curiously. “It’s very easy for me to get any information. You don’t have to worry. I didn’t ask Margaret for your cell phone number. I have something to talk to you about in person. Would you like to come to my mansion to have lunch together tomorrow afternoon?” she asked.

She doubles as the only female child in the family of Mr and Mrs Lawson. Becky has a great personality. She studied business administration at Lagos State University and is currently undergoing her Master's programme at University of Abuja. Mr and Mrs Lawson have a joint business enterprise called "The Lawson's Enterprise". They deal in importation, wholesale and retail of electronics. As the only female child, she could demand for anything and she would get it on a gold plaatter. Of course, this made her a spoilt

probably. "Why don't we give him show?" I whispered and giggled to myself. "What was that?" Adam asked, I'd almost forgotten that we were parked outside my house, "Hey are you-" "On second thought, I have been pent up lately." I smiled, "please take care of me." He grinned ear to ear in a perverse manner, "I knew you'd come around." Blake's POV Where the hell is she? Jon is going to kill me, I know it. God, okay maybe I should call her.

It reminded me starkly of the contrast between the woman I loved and the impostor standing before me. "Mr. Beckett has been asking for you," I said, watching as recognition and terror flooded her features. Mr. Beckett is a powerful business tycoon whom Megan allegedly seduced and extorted into securing an eight-digit deal, despite his marital status. He also owned the villa that mysteriously burned down. "He's been searching for you since your sudden disappearance from Highland Hills, Surely, you're aware of your misdeeds. He's furious, and I can only guess what he plans to do to you," I warned.