Mrs Mellark Novels & Stories

*November 28, 2024** "This is absolute bullshit, if the police snoop around here I’ll be ruined, WE will get into big SHIT!" Martha exclaimed whilst sitting in her office continuously running her fingers through her hair in worry. Three hours had passed since her confrontation with Officer Kyle and Silas. It had been an intense encounter; out of fear, the maid Muriel revealed to the men that she helped prepare Bellinor's mate before their departure. Silas nearly lost his composure upon hearing her words, but fortunately, Kyle's calm demeanour kept him in check.

"Hurry up and arrange the meeting! With my mood today, I might hit the jackpot!” Carol turned to make arrangements, but I asked her, "Hey! You haven’t told me the gender of the representative!” "It's a woman." Carol grinned. "Her name is Eleanor Wallist." "Oh... Who?" I got into character. "You said her name was what?" "Eleanor Wallist," Carol repeated. I slammed the table and burst into laughter. "It’ll be a piece of cake! I realized my ideas are working today. It seems this year’s going perfectly. My luck is unbelievable."

a middle-aged woman approached her with a smile. "Miss Morkel... Nice to meet you." Ariadne recognized the woman. The woman was Alma Morkel, a famous fashion designer. "Oh dear, the pleasure is mine. I'm a huge fan of Autumn Collection and was very excited to meet the owner. You're such a gorgeous and talented lady." "Thank you. You're just as great, Lady Alma. Everyone is aware of your achievements. I admire you greatly." "Thank you. Would you like to join me at our table?"

It was so unexpected. My mother-in-law, Mrs. Morrison, had told me Camilla was back, and she's the president of a big company like The Wesley Group. It doesn't make sense that the same girl we discarded years ago came back as a boss with such power in the same city and even had a child.

“Well, almost everyone who works in there had noticed something fishy about that man. All of us were rather uncomfortable with him so it didn’t really cause raise eyebrows that Miss Willow wasn’t comfortable either. I wonder if he kidnapped her. That guy must have been threatening Miss Willow. I’m going back there.” After speaking, Marlene tossed her soda bottle into a trash can and started walking the path that led to the pack house. “Wow,” I can’t believe it. We were still standing there when a woman with housekeeping uniform stopped nearby. We all turned to her, hoping she had some new information to tell us. “Who is Cilla Markle?” she asked. “What do you want from her?” Maryanne asked de

Arabella smiled trying not to bite her lower lip as Bill was non-stop playing with her under the table. “This is Mr. Maurer. Head of Finance Department.” Mrs. Devi introduced the man beside her. Seeing Bill’s eyes, Mr. Maurer just nodded politely and didn’t dare to shake Arabella’s hand same with the other men while women department heads could shake Arabella’s hand. “This is Mrs. Hailey. She’s the head of our Marketing.” Mrs. Devi continued. Arabella shook Mrs. Hailey’s hand when she accidentally squeezed it hard. “Are you okay, Mrs. Sky?” The woman in her 50s, Mrs. Hailey, asked worriedly.

That day was Ann's first day in the Marketing division, where Merry Smith served as Chief Marketing Officer. Ann purposely wore bright red clothes to attract attention. She wore bright red high heels and applied bright red lipstick. Since Ann had already expected Merry Smith to call her the devil woman, she might as well prepare herself.

I would have hated it if she didn’t like me. Mrs. Lachlan's discerning eye didn't miss a beat as she surveyed the array of plain wedding dresses before us. With a gentle yet assertive tone, she said, "Mary deserves to wear something truly beautiful on her special day. This doesn’t suit her." "My mother agrees," I interjected before my mother said something rude that would make Mrs. Lachlan feel like I am their adopted child, "but Mr. McKinnon said no. He doesn't want my wedding to outshine his son's, so he sent this woman to show the dresses that he has accepted."

He winks at me before giving the loudest clap. At that point, I knew it was me, everything was now falling into place. Well, certainly I didn't know how to react to that, but something in me pushed me to wave, and I did. Surprisingly, it works. After a few more rounds of applause, Sir Mark calms the Hall by clearing his throat. “Listen up everyone,” ahh there he goes again, I hated public speech. He better not call me to talk here. “This is Mrs. Helen, you all know about that, she is the head model in one of the most fast-rising modeling companies in Texas. In addition to her accolades, she married my friend and boss Lucas Dowell, the CEO of Triple Friends Group of companies “

She scribbled a few lines and passed Maxima the paper. “That’s the address and the name of the realtor who’s handling the property. Why don’t you check it out? I have good instincts about people. I think you and I are going to get on just fine, Chef Davenport.” “Me, too, Georgia.” “Great! You’ll get to meet Melinda on Saturday. She’s the cake-maker. See if you two like each other. Who knows? Maybe we’ll all end up working together, creating a great team.”