Mrs Martin Novels & Stories

(Martha's POV) When I arrived at Silver's Restaurant, the magnificent two-story building stood before me. As I attempted to rush in, even though I hadn't changed out of my dress, the manager, Mrs. Judith, saw me and called to my attention. "Martha! Why are you arriving at this time?" I stilled and turned to face her. Judith Robin was a 35-year-old woman. She was a single mother of two children, a girl who was 10 and a boy who was 8 years old. However, she poured her frustration on us.

a deep, authoritative voice answered. Mrs. Rodriguez’s expression softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “Dr. Ramoray, it’s Martha Rodriguez,” she said smoothly. “I need your help. It’s urgent.”

“She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!” Right then, everyone’s eyes lit up with the realization. “No wonder Mrs. Roth never showed her face before. She only started attending banquets three years ago. She was afraid of that madwoman impersonating her!” Hearing everyone talk down about us, Tarni raised her chin haughtily. “Are you still going to put on this act? Not everyone can join the Roth family!” Her mother nodded before signaling servants to seize me and my mother once more. Tarni stepped forward with a smile and delivered a slap to each of our faces.

Leaving her in the past where she belongs. Once her cab had pulled away, I grumpily walked myself to the basement and drove myself to work. I don't normally drive, but I find driving gives me a chance to let out all of the pent-up aggression. Once I made it to the underground parking of our office, I felt a smile creep its way onto my face. I was aware of the office she told me about. It was on the floor directly below mine. It belonged to Mark, one of the marketing executives. They had temporarily relocated to Europe to work with our marketing team for our new building. I was even surprised she even liked the office. It just didn't seem to be her style. I remember how amazed she looked as s

He bowed his head immediately as a sign of respect. "What is it, Morgan?" I asked him. "An old woman by the name of Martha secretly wants to see you, she arrived with Alpha's guests, but they left her in the living area to attend to matters in his office," Morgan said, and I was shocked that Martha had come to the West to find me. I wondered what she was doing here. Had Lucian caught her and gone for her life? My heart went out to her. Hearing her name brought tears to my eyes. She was the only one that was kind to me in that place. She had every reason not to be, but she was kind to me.

Angela had just finished her meal when she heard a knock at the door. The woman had disclaimed her wheelchair. She propelled her unsteady legs towards the door and opened it. A tiny plump woman grinned brightly at her. The woman looked to be in his late fifties. She had a kind face and friendly smile. But her downturned brown eyes had a hint of authority in them. "Are you Mrs. King? I am Martha," saying that the woman brushed past her and into the house without seeking permission. Angela stared after her in confusion. The woman turned towards her.

I thought blue jeans weren’t professional? “You are exactly twelve minutes late. Since it’s the first day, I will cut you some slack, but this won’t be tolerated next time,” she said curtly. I looked at the board where she has written her name. Ms. Antoinette Barns. “I’m sorry, Ms. Barns. I didn’t mean to be late. I had to take care of my mom and…” “I didn’t ask for family history. Please have a seat next to Mr. Wilson. That would be the young man wearing a blue shirt.”

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

If I believed in hitting women, I might have slapped her for the way she referred to Rosalie. “Sign the damn divorce papers. If it’s money you want, I’ll give it to you!” Natalia scoffed, taking a sip of her wine before dropping the bottle onto the table. “Money? How much do you think you’d give me that would ever be enough? Huh! I had everything, and you just want to take it away from me? And then give it to some roadside dirty slut? Never! I’m Mrs. Sinclair. And no one else!” she screamed, her voice cracking as it oscillated between high and low tones.