Pillar Woman Novels & Stories

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

“Pregnant?”, Carol Hudson scoffed, her thin lips , beady small eyes, bulbous nose and high arched eyebrows portraying the cruelty of her personality. “That must be another of that repulsive woman’s ploys to get back to my son. That barren, diseased hideous woman suffering from PCOS can never become pregnant. What kind of a doctor are you, to fall for the tricks of a patient?”

The life I had to live so they could have their name. "It's so good to see you again Camila" said Mrs. Porters as she stopped to touch my arm. "You too"I smile with a light nod. "You look absolutely stunning, might ask for a wear?" she asks and we both laughed a little. Mrs. Porters was one was a rich old lady, her husband had died leaving her all of his wealth, she had about twelve grandkids who enjoy bathing in their grandfather's riches. Of course we rarely see them out, and they're very polite people, not too shabby, and well educated.

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

I answered confidently, a playful smile displayed on my lips. Which I fucking regretted immediately. Did I forget who the woman I am talking to right now? I should not have made an expression that would make her think that I was up for a hook-up. She was Aerah Celine Moore, infamous for being a playgirl in this generation. She had made different scandals with different men that were both influential and not. I had looked up her name on multiple search engines. Unlike his brother who would only have his achievements as a result, Aerah Celine’s were pure scandals and the negative comments that she had been receiving for years now.

Someone from the crowd of employees blurted upon noticing the ring on his left ring finger. They all looked to confirm it and then looked at Kirsten's left finger ring and she was wearing the same ring as Matthew's. They began to whisper to each other. "She's his wife." "What about Monalisa? She just came here yesterday." "She's his ex - fiancée and it was her who dumped Sir Matthew. Serves her right." "Mr Roosevelt's wife is more beautiful than Monalisa, she doesn't dress like Monalisa though." "Of course, Monalisa has to dress like that because she's an actress."

To my surprise, there she was—the familiar woman in the picture, standing beside my husband with a smile that now made my blood boil. My heart raced as I clicked on the picture, eager to learn her full name. "Rachel Hill," the caption revealed. So, that was the woman who had stolen my husband's heart and shattered my world. Anger fueled my determination even further. "Rachel Hill," I repeated her name aloud as if acknowledging her existence made her more tangible and brought me closer to my goal. A rush of heightened awareness surged through my veins, indicating that I had successfully unraveled the enigma shrouding my adversary's identity.

According to Jennifer, we will only meet their sweet faces at this club, outside of that don't expect to get the same treatment. Their attitude changed to be hard, firm and even cruel. Moreover, Widya, the attitude in her company is not like her beautiful name, she is known as a perfectionist and has cruel hands. Sophia, who is an expert in lobbying, no one escapes from her pursuit, neither national nor abroad. They are all people who are persistent in their work and people who do not have a dictionary either back down or give up. I alternately handshake, kiss the right cheek and left cheek.