Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

To prove that my biological parents had deliberately switched her, the real heiress, with me, she spread plenty of malicious gossip about them. But I remembered that her parents were both university professors. I had once wondered how a child like her could come from such a background. Even Percy, hearing about the things she had done, had been skeptical because of her parents' reputation. Now, listening to her slander, I found it all the more repulsive. … That evening, after dinner, Bella sneaked into my room. She looked around, her eyes reddening at the sight of the luxurious decor. She put on a pitiful expression and began her performance.

Ginger, whose confused like me, whisper yells at me. “I don’t know!” I mouth back. Lets see here, Mom and dad are at work. Chris said he’ll come at 7pm so that can’t be him. Dalon doesn’t have a spare key so he would ring the bell, so that means its a thief. Oh shit! I motion Ginger to hide which she does without any second thoughts great now I’m all alone. Thanks mate.

It was seduction. Her research in the town library yielded little beyond the gossip. But in the dusty, forgotten archives, she found a single, brittle ledger listing estate holdings. The Thorne House. Owner: Elias Thorne. Date of Death: October 31, 1887. Cause: Not Listed. Returning home, a new kind of energy pulsed through the halls. It felt impatient. When she dropped a box in the attic, a sudden, forceful gust of cold air slammed the door shut behind her, trapping her in the dim space.

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."

"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."

"That's right, that's right! We've got it all figured out, and the antique shop owner will back us up! "When Mrs. Collins refused to back down, that woman suddenly slapped her twice. She called Mrs. Collins a loose woman, said she was being shameless and ungrateful, and warned her not to blame anyone else when she stopped holding back. She even said Mrs. Collins wasn't worthy of you at all, and sneered that the Collins family had no class. "Unable to hold back, Mrs. Collins said they could insult her all they liked, but they had no right to drag you or the Collins family through the mud. The woman immediately turned to her friends and ordered them to beat Mrs. Collins."