Mrs Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

I needed to talk to him because the least he could do was explain to me why he'd decided to kill me unprovoked last night and what the hell had triggered that reaction, if he even remembered doing it. I threw on a robe and headed downstairs, but I'd only made it to the hallway before I ran into Avery, Damien's personal assistant. She looked uncomfortable the moment she saw me. "Mrs. Thorne," she said, her tone apologetic. “Good morning.” “Yeah, good morning,” I tried to walk past her but she blocked my path. "Mr. Thorne left for the office early this morning. He... he gave me strict instructions not to let you leave the house today." She Informed me. “So if you need anything, you can—”

Maybe she could forget about everything for a little while. Tonight Seth was out with Harrison and Caleb, the second-oldest Thornton, and Lizzie knew they wouldn’t be back for a while. Getting her purse, she walked to downtown, just a handful of blocks from the apartment she was renting with Seth. It was a warm evening, and the sun wouldn’t set until closer to ten o’clock. She heard laughter and music, and her heart lifted somewhat. Maybe she just needed fresh air and a walk to clear her mind.

I grew up alongside the three most powerful young CEOs in Ashford. They once said that anyone who made me shed a single tear would never work in Ashford again. But today, because of a broke college student, they shoved me into an icy lake in fourteen-degree weather. "Vivienne, you're so dramatic. A little cold water won't kill you." Harrison stood on the shore, his expression ice-cold. "But Chloe can't handle being hurt." I shivered uncontrollably as I watched them gather that girl into their arms. The same men who used to panic if I so much as frowned now looked at me with nothing but disgust. I climbed onto the bank. I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply pulled out my phone and dialed the

“Was a ton of stuff stolen? Did you see who did it? Are you scared to be here now?” Megan opened her mouth to say that if she’d seen who’d done this Caleb wouldn’t have to stand watch, but Jubilee replied first. “We didn’t see who it was, no. It happened during the night.” The girl pouted. “That’s boring.” Her eyes widened as she looked out the window, which had since been repaired at no cost by one of Harrison’s many friends. “But how lucky you are to have Officer Thornton close by! He’s so yummy. I love a man in uniform.”

He pinched his tired eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Apart from Oliver's special situation these days, is there anything else going on at home?" Diana hesitated for a while, but still said: "A woman came to the house ten days ago to make trouble." James Smith didn't speak. Diana pondered: "That woman kept calling your name, saying that Rachel West was dying, and that you should hurry and save her."

Henderson with the intimidating gaze of a hawk. "Besides, Mrs. Thorne looks absolutely stunning in that maroon gown today," Julian said, his voice low yet perfectly clear in the silence of the hall. This was the third defense offered by a man whom no one in the room suspected viewed the voluptuous woman they were discussing as the secret object of his desire. "Her lush figure is a rare work of art in this day and age. Only a fool would fail to appreciate beauty with such substance." Hearing consecutive words of praise from the three most powerful men in the city from the Vance clan, Vivienne Thorne curled her lips into a sly smirk. The tightness in her chest vanished completely, replaced by

“Don’t be late.” ______ Hawthorne Hall was a tomb on Wednesday afternoons. Mark’s knuckles rapped softly on the heavy oak door of 214. “Enter.” Professor Thorne’s office was a dim cave of knowledge. Towering bookshelves swallowed the walls, and a single green-shaded lamp cast a pool of warm light over a massive, disorderly desk. She sat behind it, glasses perched on her nose, reading a dense-looking text. She wore a cream-colored silk blouse, the top button undone.

Then my assistant called again, this time through the intercom. I picked up. “Hello?” “Sir, a man named Thornhill is here to see you.” I dropped my pen. Thornhill. The lawyer who had presided over Kim's grandmother's estate reading just two days ago. The same man whose hands visibly trembled when I subtly called out the tampered section of the will. The same man who sent two thugs to follow Kim and I, trying to intimidate us into accepting whatever nonsense he presented as Kim's grandmother's will. My jaw tightened.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

It was raw, urgent, and full of unspoken promises. We were so lost in each other that we didn't hear when someone called our names. But we had to stop when we heard a loud bang on our door. Morgan pulled away, his jaw tightening in annoyance. I blinked, breathless, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Then, a voice from the other side of the door made my stomach twist. “Come downstairs. Immediately,” Mr. Thornhill barked. We exchanged a stunned look before Morgan stormed to the door. I followed him closely, my heart pounding for reasons I could not explain.