Peggy Schuyler Hamilton Novels & Stories

He calmly looked around the place, then coldly asked, “Fourth Young Master, and Head Zimmer, correct? “The Fourth Lady knows about the situation here. “She said that there’s no need to escalate things and that it’s extremely embarrassing! “She wants all of you to come to the Hamilton Council Chamber.” Harvey slightly squinted in thought. The Fourth Lady? The King of Gambling, Fabian Hamilton’s fourth wife, Polly Bolton?

Schuyler chuckled, there was not an ounce of pretense in this woman. This was Schuyler's peaceful place by the lake and he had only ever shared it with one person, who was a bubbly, perky girl and his best friend so far at the University. It was not his intention to ever have a best friend but this girl had kept on pestering him when he had started to work on his Bachelors in Politics about three years ago and she had grown on him. Sarah Pattison was a smart, young and an energetic woman but what stood out most for Schuyler was how brutally frank she was. She was a bold and strong woman who had fought her own battles in life and she was now Schuyler's respite in the place full of average and

Dana said, smiling at me across the glass table. "Ready," I said. The cameras went live. "Mr. Stone," Dana began, her voice measured and professional. "Your wife, Nora Hamilton, made international headlines this morning when she resurfaced as the CEO of Hamilton Global after an eight-year absence. Can you tell us, in your own words, what happened?" I leaned forward slightly and put on the expression I had practiced in the mirror that morning. Calm. Reasonable. Slightly pained.

After all, the Hamiltons still had to deal with many troublesome matters. Delmont’s resurrection spread gradually, and some people were already monitoring the Hamiltons. Shyla called out to Kayson after seeing him. The two girls were watching a TV show. Cecile was much more vivacious than before, and Kayson had no choice but to acknowledge that Shyla did have her way with people.

"If that's what it takes to get a full confession out of Daniel Craig, then take it. We'll deal with the rest." Scott looked at the unwavering calm in her face, and nodded. "She's right. Do it. Take the deal," he confirmed. The commissioner and the inspector exchanged a glance, and then the latter pulled out a small notepad and pen. "Mr. Hamilton, I need you to start from the beginning—and I'm guessing that beginning goes way back..." But before he could continue, there was a knock at the door, and the butler rushed to open it. "The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Potts. Mr. Hamilton is already expecting you," the butler announced.

Hamilton insisted on making him her son-in-law, then she, as his younger sister, had no right to reject on his behalf. "Oh yeah, don’t you have a gift for Hera?" Mrs. Hamilton asked Eugene with a smile. "Yes." Eugene lifted his head slightly, beckoning his assistant from behind to hand over the gift. "Then, you two should have a good conversation. I have something to talk to Miss Newton about." Mrs. Hamilton immediately arranged for Eugene and her daughter to talk in private. She then pulled Sharon aside. Her intention to pair the two of them was way too obvious. Sharon was being pulled by Mrs. Hamilton to the wine area before coming to a halt.

“You’ve really done it this time. That’s the son of Mrs. Hamilton, Capital City’s former richest woman!” Selena’s voice trembled. “Mrs. Hamilton… He’s her son?” Although she was no longer officially the wealthiest, anyone who knew the real story understood that the Hamiltons hadn’t fallen. She’d just stepped into the shadows to operate behind the scenes. Every major business in Capital City had her backing. Even the Jackson Group’s largest stakeholder, the Penguin Syndicate, had deep ties to her. “I worked so hard to get you this blind date,” Daisy said. “You should’ve made a good impression. But no, you insulted him and hit him! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

In the Hamilton group, Ida is following after her mentor and the President Hamilton's previous assistant, Hailey Jenson. Ida is replacing Hailey, who is in her late fifties. Working for Leo Hamilton is not an easy feat. He is very demanding and unforgiving. He wants things to be done with perfection and on time. He has his preferences in how he takes his food or drinks his coffee. Hailey was like President Hamilton's personal assistant. She used to take care of his everyday schedule, food and all of his personal stuff. President Hamilton has another assistant, Mike. He is in his late thirties and he mostly deals with scheduling meetings and appointments.

"Do you recognize her?" MacQuoid examined the photograph, his eyes widening with recognition. "This… this is Mrs. Hamilton—the one who approached me years ago, the same one who had me abducted." Lewiston’s smile was grim. "This is Charlotte, not Mrs. Hamilton. She was the leader of the Sharks until recently. Now, she’s just another pawn in a much larger game." MacQuoid’s hands trembled slightly as he held the photo. "Are you saying…?"

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.