Mrs Bradford Novels & Stories

Bradford tried to make Liam and Megan believe him, but Megan didn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth. Megan and Bradfords slightly loud tone had attracted Mrs Wolfe, Karen and the others' attention and they all came downstairs to see what was happening. "What's going on here?" Mrs Wolfe asked with a curious gaze. Karen and Rob were also surprised with what was going on. Megan looked at her and explained everything that was going on, and she was stunned to hear that someone had, without Megan and Liams approval or permission, made himself the CEO of Vyro industries, and the fact that it was none other than Bradford just showed that he had ulterior motives.

X is offline. It shattered my heart in the coldest way I could imagine. I’m still rereading several times what I took from Mr. X. He’s right, I have to fight for my marriage to work, even if I have to stop talking to Mr. X forever.

Bradley asked as he stopped beside me and I stifled the urge to close my eyes as his delicious scent wafted through the air. “You don't need to bother yourself on such insignificant issues Mr. Ford, I'm taking care of it.” Mrs. Roberts informed me and I cringed. I was the ‘insignificant issue’ as well as the ‘it’ she was talking about. I knew Mrs. Roberts never particularly liked me but I also thought she was just genuinely a mean person. “I want to know what this ‘insignificant issue' is,” Bradley announced and I wished the floor would open and swallow me whole.

I want them to see me as an interruption. Bradford stands over a grill, apron on, tongs in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. He’s surrounded by older men—laughing at his jokes or at least pretending to. He turns when he sees me. There’s a flicker of, what? Surprise? Irritation? He hands the apron to the nearest man, the movement too casual. He approaches with a hand out. “To what do I owe this home visit, Chase Sterling?” he says, the sarcasm smooth as a lacquered table.

" Name: Elena Bradford Age: 28 A smart and beautiful young lady with shoulder-length dark brown hair, striking green eyes, and a petite but elegant frame." I paused my reading unknowingly as I grinned from ear to ear. " Hm hm" Joel cleared his throat, distracting me. I raised my head to find him wiggling his eye brow at me teasingly and I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my smile. I focused on the information in my hands. " Was once the heiress of BRADFORD CORP'S which was forced to close down due to bankruptcy... I folded my fist in anger as I continue to read the information in my hands, I couldn't believe she went through all of this and still had to marry that monster!

"Chloe does not belong at this table." "Nonsense!" Grandpa Vance scoffed, slamming his wooden cane against the floorboards with a loud thud. "Chloe is practically family! She has been a dear friend of this household for years! Besides, she tells me she is working as your primary brand consultant now." The old patriarch turned his gaze toward me, his strict expression softening into a warm, genuine smile as he looked at my pale face. "Sarah, my dear child," Grandpa Vance said softly, waving his hand toward the empty chair on his left side.

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

“What’s your name?” “Wren Bradford,” I said, and realized my mistake, internally cursing at myself for the slip. ”I mean Lockwood. Wren Lockwood.” “Oh! Yes, that’s right, I remember now. Let me get that for you.” I breathed out as she walked away. My new name was going to be a difficult thing to get used to. More and more, I was missing Indiana, missing my school. After a moment of staring at the ceiling and clicking my heels together unsuccessfully, Mrs. Rochester, as her name plate stated, returned with a handful of papers.

He would lose his head if he knew that I'd already jumped the gun. Bradford, underneath the tough exterior that he always moved around with, had a very kind and sweet soul. A woman could get naked before him and he wouldn't move an inch. That was how disciplined he was. It took him years to finally admit that there was a woman that had captured his heart, even though he hadn't had the chance to see if she was his mate or not. “It's nothing, Bradford. Nothing for you to worry about,” I told him, waving it off.

After Addy and Lewis left the apartment, Shea put down her magazine and frowned. “Fine,” she muttered. “Don’t talk around me.” She stood up and walked toward the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk. As she drank, her phone beeped, letting her know she’d received a text. Her eyes widened as she looked at her phone, and she put the glass down. “Ooh! It’s from Bradford,” she said when she saw the text. “Hey, gorgeous lady,” the text read. “I wanted to say how much I’m missing you right now. Are you free for dinner tonight?”