Mt Lady Novels & Stories

I was still Adrian's betrothed His father still won't be able to cut the deal off. I sat facing my dressing mirror and was putting on my earrings when someone with dark sunglasses walked in elegantly. I would have thought it to be a Maid but she didn't look like one I turned immediately Me: who are you? Lady: someone who's willing to work with you Me: work with me in what? Lady: getting Blue to stay away from Adrian cause they are presently together My eyes widened and I stood up Me: what? How? Lady: she saved him and they have been together in her house for a week now

Philip frowned as he thought about anything else he could do to let that bitch know not to mess with him. Maddy was in a restaurant having a light lunch, her morning sickness had passed and she was always hungry. “Good day miss, it’s full in here can I sit with you?” A soft feminine voice came from behind Maddy’s back. “Sure, let me clear the space for you.” Maddy picked up her laptop, closed it and put it in her bag. She shifted a few things to allow the lady to have her space. “Thank you. Your face looks familiar.” “Oh, I used to work in a club as a dancer,

I don’t even need to look around the table to know I’m not the only one bothered by the sudden topic shift. There’s a collective scrunching of noses. A few restrained frowns. A whole lot of why are we even listening to this? But Aunt Trixy, as always, is blissfully unaware of the suffering she inflicts upon others. “I’m telling you guys, Lady L is amazing! Every time I see her on TV, I feel like marrying her to Lincoln since I don’t have a son of my own.” She clutches her chest, exhaling dramatically, like the sheer concept of Lady L is enough to leave her breathless.

Attention to detail is paramount, with an emphasis on creating a visually appealing and memorable dining environment. Terry and his mother, Miranda are sitting together, discussing as they enjoys their drinks in the beginning. Miranda Nashville, a captivating woman who embodies both beauty and modern prosperity. With her striking features and confident demeanor, she effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her timeless elegance is accentuated by a wardrobe that effortlessly blends the latest fashion trends with classic sophistication.

"I wonder why they are calling you a gold digger," Scarlet remarks, crossing her arms and fixing a questioning gaze upon Elizabeth. Despite feeling disturbed, Elizabeth remains composed, refusing to be embarrassed by her past. She knows that she must tell people the truth, that she was once a maid at Dominic's chalet. Before she can respond, Lora arrives in the room, her confident strides and a smile on her face. She interjects, dismissing the significance of Elizabeth's past, saying, "Does it matter if she was? She is now a part of this family."

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Thalia stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She ran her fingers through the thick hair, pushing it over one shoulder and turning to stare at the back view. The pert breasts and round ass were sculpted to perfection. There was a reason men fell at Natalia's feet. She was gorgeous. She had the type of body other women spent thousands to get but always failed. Because a human was incapable of getting such results. Only a higher power could create something so perfect.

And they were trying to drag his sister into their sordid lives. “Infamous is more like it,” he bit out. “I’ll ruin him for this.” “I don’t blame you, Gage, I don’t, but before you engage in serious ruination, we need to figure out how we’re going to handle the media firestorm Madeline is about to get hit by.” Lily had met Maddy on a few occasions. She was a pretty brunette, petite and fine-boned, delicate and small, none of the height Gage had inherited passed down to her. She looked young, and in some ways seemed younger.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”