Novel & Cerita Patricia Cheeks

The door had barely closed before it opened again. Patricia had not left. She stood framed in the threshold, her face no longer composed, no longer polished into that mask of aristocratic superiority. Rage bled through the cracks now raw, dangerous, unrefined. “You think you’ve won something here?” she spat, her voice sharp enough to echo against the bookshelves. “A smile, a flicker of approval from him, and suddenly you’re untouchable? Foolish girl.”

Music drifted from the outer gallery as if nothing in the world had shifted. But for Leah, the room narrowed to Patricia’s face. Not the donor. Not the patron. Not the respectable woman in pearls. The hand on the shoulder. Patricia’s smile remained faint and composed, but the softness had thinned. Beneath it was something older, colder, and far more practiced than simple cruelty. She had not threatened Leah in the way Margaret threatened, with velvet ropes wrapped around hospitals and scholarships. She had not pressed like Charles, clean-fingered and legal. Patricia did something worse.

Patricia uses her car to fetch Dom from their mansion. "So, are you already ready to see how a party works?" Patricia happily asks her. Dom rolls her eyes away from her. Patricia is the reason why she is wearing her dress and her make-up right now. "Yeah right. I should enjoy my outfit and looks. I don't want to waste my time and looks just sitting and watching everyone flirting, drinking, enjoying, partying." she said, shrugging her shoulder. Patricia just chuckles, she finds what she just said so funny.

Truly Ella had been his childhood friend, they grew up together, attended the same school but for now, he couldn't fathom the feelings he has for her because he had always seen her as his friend whom he cherished so much. "I'm waiting for your response" Ella disrupted the long silence they were in while Eddie sat upright and breathed in to calm his nerves. "I'm........" he hadn't finished his words when Dave called him. Patricia came out of her apartment, heading to the forest to get some wood. She dressed up putting on a blue top and a pair of black jeans, making her look like an under 25 person. Without knowing who she is, one could tell she's a youth not knowing she's over 100yrs. Being a

Amanda, amused, asked, "Aunt, can you predict the future?" Patricia walked slowly, speaking slowly too. At her age, her hands trembled, and even her face and lips shook slightly. She was very thin, looking like she barely weighed 60 kilograms. But despite that, she kept herself neat and tidy. "I can't predict the future, but with my age, I can see some things. It's good you’re back. It’s good you're back," she said, repeating the same phrase three times. Patricia's home was a two-story house, an old style from several years ago. There were chickens, ducks, and geese in the yard.

STACY I was still looking for what to say even after a minute had passed. All the talking was going on in my head. He had Patricia’s strong gaze, though his manifested in dark, blue orbs. His facial structure, the perfection of it was also something that ran in the family. It was nearly impossible for Lisa to have any issue with contouring her cheeks while I struggled with mine. When you had a perfect jaw and a diamond-shaped face, you didn't have to bother about some things, unlike my face structure which was slimmer and longer.

"You're lying." Patricia crosses the room in three steps. Her hand cracks across my face before I can move. The slap echoes in the quiet house. My cheek burns, then throbs. "Don't you dare call my son a liar," she hisses, inches from my face. Kelvin doesn't even blink. Miranda looks away. Diane smiles. I press my hand to my cheek. It's already swelling. "Did you really think we'd let you know?" Patricia continues, stepping back. "You would've ruined everything. All that crying, that drama. We didn't need the complication.”

This is the Patricia I knew before. What I saw now proved that she is pretending that she has changed. She knew it would catch my attention when I saw her acting differently. She really is Patricia, that witty girl who always manages to catch my attention. She is wearing a red skimpy tube dress and black heels. Her waist-long hair hangs loosely, and she is now wearing make-up.

She quickly took out her hand and covered her mouth with hands. The staff members standing with the lady widened their eyes in shock and fixed their eyes on Patricia, expecting her to come closer and challenge the lady. Patricia turned her gaze to their side and beamed. She was sure they were gossiping before her arrival but she cared less about them. She chuckled and walked past them, maintaining her elegant stride. “Isn’t that the single mother of Ivy organization?” “Isn’t that the heiress with a dark past?” “That’s the CEO with secrets.”

Now it felt like something else. I had met Patricia several times at charity events. We moved in overlapping social circles through various foundations and fundraising galas. She always seemed polished and professional, but there was something slightly off about her. A nervousness beneath the confidence. Eyes that never quite held contact long enough. I arranged to meet her socially. Nothing obvious or confrontational. Just two women supporting the same children's hospital foundation at a luncheon event. "Beverly, how lovely to see you," Patricia said when I approached her table. Her smile was perfect but her hands fidgeted with her napkin. "How is Four doing with everything?"