Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

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.

Twenty minutes later, the car entered a spacious mansion courtyard surrounded by roses all around so that the mansion looked like a flower garden in front. Margaret and I got out of the car and hurried inside. Two maids greeted us at the entrance. Not long after, a middle-aged woman came up to us. She introduced herself as Beatrice Wood, but she asked us to call her Becky. Becky looked beautiful in her middle age. She had a slim body with clear white skin. Her clothes are fashionable and she even wears high heels in the house.

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.

Elena glanced around, everyone was looking quite nervous, though she could admit she was nervous as well that it was evident on her face, she just wants to get over it, her grandmother was on drugs and she needed the money to pay for it, if not her grand mother may end up dying. Her eyes glanced around for Emily, his daughter, maybe she had gone to school, sh thought, she really wanted to see Emily, it was rumored that she was female version of the devil herself. She knew all about his dead wife and she was quite sorry for him, but what could she do? she was in no position to comfort him. "Alright everyone, I personally will be judging this show" Nathan hale voice boomed out and everyone wa

I didn't ask for much—I just wanted Mom, Dad, and Simon to love me a bit more. But even in death, I got nothing. Now, the three of them were gathered around Laila's bed, anxiously waiting for her to wake. When her eyes finally fluttered open, Mom burst into tears of joy. "Sweetheart, you're finally awake. I was so worried…" "That's my daughter—brave and kind," Dad said, smiling proudly. "I'm so proud of you." Simon pulled out the lavish moonstone necklace and gently fastened it around Laila's neck. "Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck."

It was an ultimatum. Helena met Hailey’s cold gaze and agreed immediately, her voice firm and serious, without a hint of hesitation. “Understood, Ms. Johnson. I won’t let you down.” At that very moment of professional tension, someone knocked softly on the door. A short, chubby girl with round glasses and an incredibly friendly, cute appearance entered, clipboard in hand. “Ah, right on time,” said Hailey, adjusting her glasses. “Helena, this is the personal assistant I’ve arranged for you.”

Cyrus bowed and turned to go get what he was told. "Caleb how was your day? Hope all went well?" An elderly woman who was bent looking for something in the lower cabinets said as she stood up. The elderly woman is Nanny Sophia, she looked more like a middle age of about 40 cause she still looked beautiful and had just little wrinkles on her face but from her aura and the way she carried herself one could tell that she's way more mature than she looks. Sophia had been working for the Campbells for a long time even before Caleb was born, she had served the Campbells for almost thirty three years now and had been Caleb's nanny since he was born so Caleb is very fond of her. She took and treated