Mrs Pollifax Series Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Wolfe’s cards were all canceled three hours ago. Not by us. By her." "Impossible. She doesn't have the authority." "She didn't use the Wolfe accounts, sir. She used a private trust. One we didn't even know existed." Ethan felt the first prickle of unease at the back of his neck. He looked down at the divorce papers he’d signed in the restaurant. He had been so eager to get back to Melanie and the Sterling acquisition that he hadn't even read the fine print. He flipped to the last page. His blood ran cold.

I touched the thick dark blue curtains and the saleslady immediately stopped me, "Ma'am please, don't touch the curtains if you're not gonna buy it," "Oh, I'm sorry," I apologize. "Are you gonna buy or just looking?" She said, looking so annoyed at me. "Excuse me?" I said. "It's alright Miss, let the lady look at the goods," said the man in a tux. He looks like a businessman. The saleslady smirked at me and I just ignored it because I don't have the energy to argue with someone who doesn't even know who I am. I continued searching for some goods in the store and my eyes glued to the white throw pillows on the side. I remembered staring at one of these, I can't remember when but nevermind.

Edmund three weeks old with his grandfather's name and his mother's eyes and apparently my eyebrows. Daniel two blocks from the water building things under his own name. Griffin answering questions a three week old cannot ask yet. Marcus and Sebastian on Fridays. Margaret with her window boxes and Archie and the twenty year game that landed exactly where she intended. All of it. Every piece of it. Exactly right. As it had always been going to be. From the moment a woman raised a paddle at a charity auction for a Maine vacation rental with a kitchen facing the ocean and looked across the room and found someone looking back.

“Matt.” “Mr. Matt Wolffe,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I’m just another conquest, right? You just want to sleep with me.” His eyes darkened. “I did. But now I’m curious, I want to fuck Sophia Blanc and know her,” he smiled. “Not in that order.”

“What an arrogant woman! Just you wait and see!” Mrs. Moss was furious. Jean looked at Morgan and forced a smile. “Look, that is exactly why she doesn’t deserve forgiveness.” Morgan could not stand what he saw and took a deep breath. “That is enough, Aunty.” “This is a police station, not the Moss family mansion. Do you really think you are above the law?” Mrs. Moss was self-serving and arrogant, thinking that she could do whatever she wanted with impunity, not knowing that she was incredibly stupid.

I slow my steps, pressing my back to the wall. “She’s back, you know,” one says, breathless. “Clara?” “Mm-hmm. Wore a Gucci trench like she’s royalty now. But she’s acting sweet—like she didn’t almost get all of us fired last year.” “Wasn’t she sleeping with Damien?” “Sleeping?” The other snorts. “That girl lived in his sheets. She pretended to be poor, just to get hired here. And when Mr. Wolfe found out, she got tossed like trash.”

She paid me a large sum to keep the truth hidden. She began to shake. "As for the wolfsbane in Ms. Zora… that really wasn't my doing!" she quavered. "Ms. Laila injected it into Ms. Zora herself. She asked me to do it, but I refused. I couldn't bring myself to do something so cruel." "What did you just say?" Mom and Dad cried out in shock, staring at Laila in disbelief. "You heard her," Simon said coldly. "Zora was poisoned with wolfsbane six months ago by her dear sister. And she endured it all this time!"