Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

Grabbing her by the collar, he snarled, "Aren't you the top healer in the Lunaris pack? Why did Zora die? It's all your fault. I'll make you pay for this!" Healer Petra was terrified. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly explained, "This isn't my fault! You didn't tell me Ms. Zora Thorne was poisoned by wolfsbane. It had been so deep in her system that even if she hadn't gone through this surgery, she would've died!" Simon's eyes widened. "She's actually poisoned?" he quavered. "So she wasn't lying!" I once told him I had been poisoned by Laila. But Laila put on a pitiful act and claimed that I was the liar. Even my parents bought her lie.

“Hello, Mrs. Right.” “‘Oh, Max, I heard from Billie you were back in town, but I only just found out you and Liam are seeing each other. Of course, I haven’t seen you in years, but unless you’ve changed a great deal, you were like a second daughter to us when you lived next door.’” Maxima felt emotion swell in her chest. “Oh, Mrs. Right, I feel the same way. I mean, you were always so nice to me, exactly like a second mother.”

As she scanned through a report, a voice broke through her concentration. "Good morning, ma'am." Elara turned to see a young woman standing at her desk. She blinked, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. "You...?" Before she could say more, their manager approached, his tone brisk but polite. "Ms. Elara, this is Ava Thornfield. She’ll be your new intern. I trust you’ll show her the ropes." He paused as if to let the name sink in. "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—Ms. Ava Thornfield is the second daughter of the Thornfield family."

While Stefan was busy at work, she was looking at her own wardrobe and wondered what kind of attire would be perfect for her to wear. It was then when she heard a knock on her door and she wondered who could that be since the staff usually just left her alone. She opened the door and saw one of the maid standing there with a concerned look on her face so she asked her what’s wrong. “There is someone on the door, he told me his name is Keith Ruthberg and he’s Mr. Romand’s cousin. He’s looking for you. The security is keeping him at the gate and he said it’s fine if you want to talk to him outside.”

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Who let her up here? “Excuse me, Mrs. Sinclair,” I say through gritted teeth. “I can’t let you through.” Just seeing her fills me with a strange kind of jealousy. Technically, she’s still Nicholas’s wife, and I hate that I can’t just stop her the way I want to. She chuckles and brushes past me as she storms into Nicholas’s office. I follow her in, uncertain how to handle her. “Darling!” she says. “Surprise!” Unfamiliar anger grips me as I stand by the door, watching as she rushes up to him. Darling? Darling? Fury brews within me as

Nora asked as she gazed at her phone. "No it isn't, as long as it is enough to seduce Nathan tomorrow" Veronica smirked, right from the beginning, she loved Nathan and wanted him so badly and not only that her eyes was fixed to the position of Mrs. Hale, being Mrs. Hale held a lot of power, she could have anything she wished with a just a snap of the fingers. She smiled as she kept the clothe back inside the closet, however she frowned, she almost forgot that Nathan has a daughter, a devil for that matter, she hated Emily right from the start and she wished Emily too would have died on that day when her mother died.

I answered immediately while keeping my other arm firmly around Aria’s waist. “Reed, I can’t talk right now.” “It’s about your wife, sir.” That got my full attention instantly. My eyes narrowed slightly. “I'm listening.” For a second, he said nothing. And somehow, that silence alone already told me this conversation was about to annoy me. “I did my findings about what you asked, and it turns out,” Reed began carefully, “the maids and security team had no idea Mrs. Weston left the penthouse.” I frowned. “And how exactly does that happen?”

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

“Welcome to the Fieldston Women’s Circle, Kimberly. I hope you do enjoy yourself. And I certainly hope today is the first of many visits for you.” She smiled again before another member gently pulled her away. Vivienne leaned closer. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? I told you, we don’t bite here.” I laughed. The next introduction came almost immediately as we proceeded in—a petite brunette named Eleanor Whitmore, whose husband, I was told by Vivienne, owned one of the city’s largest architectural firms. She greeted me with genuine warmth. Then afterwards came Patricia Monroe, an accomplished plastic surgeon with an easy smile and infectious laugh.