Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

Mrs Thompson laughed before she spoke "Look there's no care or affection between both of you and I'm turning old,I'll like to see you happily married. You can never know someone's true colors. Astrid here could be a sponge waiting for the right opportunity to suck you dry." Mrs Thompson said trying to change Andrews' mind "Astrid is pregnant " Andrew dropped the bombshell and Mrs Thompson froze.

I asked them. “That’s what we thought, but look what happened.” Imran said shaking his head. “Wait… wait... I just remember that before my birthday, Mr.Stone didn’t lock it as Ms.Sheela doesn’t have anywhere else to go until her parlor appointment. Even the next day it was unlocked because I even placed his coffee on his table. ” I said, remembering that day.

Surprised, Maria could hardly react. She blinked. “Mrs. Russell? Which Mrs. Russell?” “I’m not sure, and I only know it’s Mrs. Russell. She’s a friend of Anastasia, and she invited her over to her house.” Knowing little, the housekeeper did not dare to say too much. “Russell…” Maria could not think of anyone, but Austin seemed to have an idea. “Are you talking about Lily Christian?” She would be the only Russell in Kingsland capable of developing a friendship with a household like the Rollins.

' He pauses just before Thelma, flipping the briefcase open to reveal crisp one hundred dollar notes, arranged in neat stacks. "Two point five million dollars. In the flesh. You are very free to count it, miss." He flips the lid back over the case and Thelma grabs it from him, clutching it tightly. "Counting would not be necessary. I'm not dealing with cheats after all." She gets to her feet and directs her gaze at me. "Think about what I said, Mr. Blackstone. Gentlemen." She nods in our general direction, "I'll be taking my leave now."

"Oh my! My grandson-in-law is here." Dante smiled at the old woman as he approached her, "hey, grandma." That is Mrs Collins, or as people call her, grandma. She's the lovely old woman that everyone adores, especially by Dante. Grandma jokingly addresses Dante as her grandson-in-law because she promised to give Dante her granddaughter in return for his kindness to her. "How are we feeling today?" "Perfectly okay. Look, my daughter brought me new clothes." Grandma twirled around, showcasing her new gown. Dante clapped delightfully, "you look beautiful."

Leila checked the time on her wristwatch for the sixth time that morning. She moaned as she slumped against the car seat; it was nearly nine o'clock, the first period would have ended, and she would have already missed her Chemical techniques test. She used to be a straight-A student in junior year, but her grades began to slip as she entered senior year. Ms. Annabeth, the chemical techniques tutor, was the only teacher who seemed genuinely concerned about this and took the time to talk to her. She'd promised her that she'd work on herself and try harder to read, but now she'd not even been on time to take her test!

“Well, if you ever need anything, I’m right next door. Seriously. Even if it’s just to talk.” I thanked him again and closed the door, locking it immediately after.. As soon as his footsteps faded, the silence rushed back in, heavier than before. I pulled the card out from under the pillow and read it once more. Her marriage is not what you think it is. I picked up my phone, thumb hovering over Adie’s name, but I couldn’t bring myself to press call.

"Who is, by the way, the most gorgeous and classy woman ever." "I mean, she's taking this all so well." "Did you see her post?" "I did." "She's in the Maldives living her best life" "Exactly. It's Mr. Thorne's loss, like how could he even?" "The help?" I felt my stomach twist. "I heard she's an orphan." "Ew." "Did you guys hear that she was employed directly under Mr. Thorne because TAG refused to hire her and Mr Thorne has refused every other assistant except her?"

Silas hissed, though his left eye began to flicker—the telltale sign of a system glitch. "Don't you? Let's look at the foundation." Caspian held up the page. "The Ledger says the Thorne heir died in 1996. A fever. A quiet burial. And then, suddenly, a 'recovered' grandson appears three years later. A boy with no childhood photos. A boy who speaks five languages but can't remember the name of his primary school teacher."