Mrs Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

A merger disguised as matrimony. Inside the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair clutched her pearls as her phone buzzed endlessly, friends and rivals alike demanding answers. Mr. Sinclair stormed through the halls, shouting into calls, trying to keep control of the narrative before it spiraled out of their hands. And inside the Thorne mansion, the staff whispered. They had seen. They had bowed and called her “Mrs. Thorne,” but now the title was no longer confined to the mansion’s walls. The world knew.

This is not a drill! Oliver: What?! Evelyn, are you at Julian’s house?? Is everything okay?? 😳😳😳 Dorian Vane: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AT HIS HOUSE?! 🤯🤯 Evelyn! Answer me right now! That guy might be sick but he’s still a man! A rich, handsome, dangerously lonely man! 😱😱😱 Victoria: Everyone, calm down. Mr. Thorne is severely ill. Miss Sharpe is there on my authority to ensure he recovers and can return to work. It is a business matter.

It was a safe enough question, something that wouldn't cause her to be wary of me. Nora smiled slightly, as though amused by the question. “No, ma’am. It’s Saturday. Mr. Thorne is in the gym.” Saturday. I hadn’t realized what day it was. Time had lost meaning over the past few days, blurred by the uncertainty, the grief, and the endless waiting for news about Ashton. “Right,” I said, trying to hide my confusion. “Thank you.” Nora nodded but didn’t leave right away. “Will you be needing anything else this morning?”

And so, Thorne convinced Robert and became the successor of the Miller Group's new generation. After a busy day, Thorne and William returned home when it was already 7 o'clock in the evening. Unlike usual, every time they came back home, Thea would greet them with a smile on her face and a light step. Today, the Fletcher Manor was eerily quiet, and not only did Thea not come out to greet them, but Ava also didn't come out. Hungry William walked into the kitchen and found that it was also empty and cold. There wasn't even dinner prepared for them.

"Mr. Thorn is in a meeting until nine, but he asked that you be settled in before he returns. Follow me, please." Helena led her through a maze of corridors, past offices with glass walls and people with intense expressions. Isabella tried to memorize the path, but her mind kept snagging on something Helena had said. Mr. Thorn. Damien Thorn. The CEO. The billionaire. The man whose face she couldn't forget because she'd woken up next to it three weeks ago, tangled in sheets that smelled like him, her body still humming from a night she'd replayed a thousand times.

Marcus Thorne hired a lawyer the very next day. When the lawyer informed him that my parents had transferred all their assets and company shares into my name on the second day of our marriage, he couldn't stop grinning. That same afternoon, egged on by Amber Holloway, he brought her along to the most exclusive gated community in the Hamptons. While the two of them were listening to a sales associate's pitch, I arrived at the sales office with Declan Mercer at my side.

“Okay. Do they have an appointment?” She hesitated, looking uncertain and fidgety. “No, but they were quite insistent on seeing you.” I raised an eyebrow, sensing the unease in her demeanor. “Who exactly?” With an audible gulp, Lia shifted her weight from foot to foot, clearly wondering if she should tell me their names. “Savannah Thornwell… and… Mrs. Monroe,” she finally admitted. The mention of the name sent a chill through me, like a frigid wave of ice water cascading down my spine.

AURELIA'S P.O.V It had been three days since Thorne's visit to the hospital and to say I was unperturbed would be an understatement of the season. If his aims were to ruffle my feathers then he had been more than successful. *Although, I cannot imagine how much more there is to see after that night Aurelia.* Those were his exact words, words which haunted me, kept me up at night which could only mean one thing. He remembered, and I had a feeling he wasn't gonna let it slide so easily.

I immediately got out of my car and headed towards it. When I got there, I was consumed by blinding rage as soon as I saw who the woman was. It was Miss Thorne... **Third person** After Val showered, she headed out to thank Lucas again before leaving. "Good morning, Miss Thorne,” Lucas's maid greeted her. Her eyes roamed around, searching for Lucas. And as if the maid read her mind, she explained. “Mr. Stone left earlier. He said you should have breakfast before leaving, and I should give you this.”

--- Adrian's POV Miles away, Adrian Thorn stood in his office, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hadn't slept in three nights. Cold coffee sat untouched on his desk. Reports remained unread. Every thought led back to Evelyn. A frantic knock shattered the silence. His assistant rushed inside. "Mr. Thorn!" Adrian turned. "What is it?" "We found it." His eyes narrowed. "Found what?" "The recording." His heartbeat quickened. "What recording?" "The complete security footage from your wedding day."