Pillar Woman Novels & Stories

He had found me repulsive and ran off to rekindle things with the woman he had once been set up with. We had been married for ten years, yet my husband had been cheating on me for nine of them. Liam fell silent, and Matilda finally gathered the courage to speak. "Beatrice, please don't blame him. I was the one who insisted on having the baby. He only helped me because he felt sorry for me." That made it even more absurd. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to laugh. "What exactly is pitiful about you?" I questioned. "My husband makes 50 thousand dollars a month, but he gives me five thousand dollars and 20 thousand dollars to you.

—a massive pink diamond necklace that once belonged to a Russian Mob Boss, soaked in the blood of its previous owners. My hair was swept up, revealing a long, elegant neck. Under the crystal chandeliers, my skin looked as pale and sharp as a dagger. Alessandro took my arm, introducing me to the Capos and kingpins of Europe. His voice was low, vibrating with authority. "This is Signora Isabella Corleone." "She is not just my strategic ally. She is the supreme helm of the Corleone family—Il Papa. She is the deadliest, most iron-willed woman I have ever met."

She keeps her voice steady and calm. “I am here to be honest with you,” Chloe says. “Daniel is a good man, but he is confused. He thinks he is doing the right thing by staying with you. But this marriage was never real. It was a deal. And deals can be broken.” “I know it was a deal,” Sofia says. “I signed the paper. I know exactly what I agreed to. But the situation has changed now. And you need to respect that.” “Changed how?” Chloe asks. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looks Sofia up and down. “You mean the baby? He told me. Did you think he would keep something that big from me?”

Windy's POV "Windy! Hurry up! The pandesal will be sold out again!" I burst out laughing as I placed the last basket of eggplants at the back of our small tricycle. "Aling Nena, just give me five minutes! The pandesal isn't going to run away." "Three trays are already gone! I'm only waiting for you!" "I'm coming!" I quickly jumped off the tricycle and almost slipped on the muddy ground. The light rain last night had left most of the roads in our village wet and slippery. I immediately stretched my arms to the side to keep myself from falling.

Lillian pushed aside her troubling thoughts as she sauntered into the cell, where Wendy was confined alongside another inmate, Paula. Paula was a robust woman with a reputation for being a bully, making her a persistent nightmare for Wendy. Despite their age difference, Paula relentlessly tormented her. Convicted of murder, Paula's mental instability and anger issues made her a formidable presence, forcing Wendy to navigate their interactions with great caution. At times, Paula could be amiable, but more often than not, she exhibited erratic behavior. Other inmates steered clear of her, fearing her unpredictable wrath. This was the unfortunate cellmate Wendy had found herself paired with, an

The old woman’s cane pierced straight into a wooden pillar behind him. This was a small pavilion that was held up by four wooden pillars. No one expected that such a huge pillar would have a hole carved straight through it. The cane had struck through the entire pillar. “That cane is made out of fantastic stuff!” Fane gave a wan smile when he saw that. “Ah!” The old woman was so frustrated that she missed her mark. She felt embarrassed. She released a huff and jerked her arm. That wooden pillar crumbled, allowing her to loosen her cane from the hole.

"What? It really is!" "Y-you could take t-those wood pieces out of here," She meekly suggested, ignoring her friend as she peered up at the male in front of her before turning to point towards a pile of heavy-looking wood pillars. He definitely looked like he could do it. So why not use the help? "Right away, boss," He quickly complied with a lop-sided smile, her lips lightly parting in surprise as she casually noticed that dimple in his cheek, staring after him like a fool as he started doing his work.

“She wanted her work to protect. To expose lies, not bury them. I need a shield strong enough to stand against Vivienne, against Jonathan. Against anyone.” Daniel leaned against the console. “And how do you build that shield?” “An institution,” I said slowly. “Something bigger than me. If I’m just a woman shouting about light tests, they’ll crush me. But if I’m a foundation, a company—something with a name—maybe they’ll hesitate.” He tilted his head. “What name?” The word slid into place before I even thought. “Phoenix. Phoenix Arts International.” Daniel let out a dry laugh. “That’s bold. You’re not even hiding your patron saint.”

Elena replied, her voice carefully modulated to maintain the facade of the obedient wife. Beneath the silk, her skin was still hypersensitive, humming with the phantom weight of Killian’s hands and Jaxon’s mouth from the night before at the ridge. The psychological whiplash was staggering. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she had been crowned a sovereign in a mountain fortress. Now, she was standing in her own dining room, waiting for her three executioners to walk through the door as honored guests.

Both of his hands grabbed me by my shoulder and a low gasp left my lips. “It's not over until I say so, Arya.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “I don't pay you nine dollar and thirty cents per hour just so you can frolick around with men in my establishment!” The voice of the familiar annoyed old woman had my back freezing. I turned to her sharply with an apologetic beam on my face. “Ma'am it's not what you think. This young man right here—” “Such an attitude!” Madam Nadia yelled again, both hands falling on her hips.