Ruth Robinson Novels & Stories

Saul replied awkwardly. “No need.” Robin raises his chin towards Rose. “I will bring this woman along with the other women that I have ordered before.” Saul's expression changed abruptly. He glares at Robin. Is he dreaming? Does Robin Luciano, the country's richest businessman near Solterra Island, want to buy her? “Mr. Robin, there are many other girls who are more beautiful and qualified on the inside. If you want to order another woman, please come in and look around first.”

I was just about to open my mouth and speak up when Jeffrey and two of my guards rushed over to me. “Mr. Robinson, are you okay?” He asked, and I saw one of the women whisper something into Miss. Rude's ear causes her to scrunch up her nose in disgust. "I am Blake Robinson, CEO of the Robinson group." I snarled at them. "There is no way you can be Mr. Robinson. That name is on the news every now and then. Everyone knows he is a powerful man and he can not end up with a low life like this one." The rude lady hissed and eyed Helen.

The dressed young man said. “Are you OK?" He looked at Maha who was squinting and trying to cover herself. ‘I'm fine. Thank you.” "My name is Robin. A business person.” He introduced himself to her. "Myself Maha. A club dancer." She introduced herself while sneaking a glance. Robin is a business person so it was even more pertinent for her to be careful. Money greed and the dream of a better life dragged Maha into this swamp. Counting the heavy pile of notes, a faint smile appeared on her face.

I laughed, manoeuvring myself around his big body. ****** “Cathy?” Jack called, putting me down on my feet in the expansive hall. The hall I learnt one of his many sinful secrets. “Right here, Mr McCullen.” She rounded towards us from the kitchen. “This is my heartbeat, Robin.” “Hi, Ms Robin,” She stretched her hand towards me and I took it warmly. “Hello, it’s just Robin,” I said, smiling heartily at her. She looked really sweet, a middle-aged woman around her fifties.

In the apology video, Robin portrayed herself as a poor, compassionate maiden while painting Wanda as the selfish, unreasonable senior. "Hello everyone, I'm Robin. I'm sorry we have to meet like this, as I understand that there have been speculations leveled against me. I never offered an explanation because I personally did not want to waste the public's time, but who knew…"

So she was just asked. “Lira? Who is she?” Natasha asked. Robin was surprised at the woman behind him. His auntie Natasha turned out to be him. He could not answer immediately. He was stunned. What could he say to his auntie? He thought of a good alibi first. “Hey, Robin, I’m asking you. Who is Lira?” “Ah! Lira, she is my secretary. Someone just consulted about our business. I told her not to call first because I was still in the hospital watching over my cousin.” Robin’s excuse.

The girl now looked annoyed for being called at another name. “Oh, yeah. I apologize. My bad. It’s Ghada. I have almost forgotten about it since my big bro is a notorious playboy and I have encountered his countless girls with different names resulting in why my memory cannot just stick to one,” Rhian continued to exasperate the brunette. The latter almost rolled her eyes. “Oh? Is that so? Okay.” “Rhian, what are you both doing here?” Zack asked coldly and plainly glanced at me. “You know that sis Irryn and I do jogging every morning, and this time, I am in the mood to go here and to let her finally see this. One of our businesses. Your fitness gym.”

She was a great friend and a great girlfriend and I was sure she was going to be an amazing wife. "I never believed that this would happen to me, you know?" She was quieter now. "I never thought I would have a man in my life who would truly love me for who I am. A man who would tolerate me. I'm so lucky to have Roland. You know, he never comments about me being loud or hyperactive... he accepts me and he truly loves me... I can see it and feel it. Do you feel like that with Adrian?" She had a gorgeous smile on her face.

I shift back, grabbing one of the robes that hang outside in the shed and throwing it on, tying it tightly. "Gavin!" I heard my sister, Robin screaming my name as she came barreling toward me. She threw her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. The youngest of my two sisters, Robin, was very very, well, obnoxious. Her shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair was disheveled, falling in all directions. She looked up at me with a wide smile, her twinkling blue eyes squinting from the push of her cheeks. A spitting image of our mother she was.. Being the loving brother I was, I patted her head.. Her perky demeanor quickly changed to annoyance, a frown now replacing her smile.

Swiveling around to face the girl, I shook my head in response to her question. "But I'll come to visit from time to time," I assured them, which brought smiles to their faces as I rose to my feet. "I should be heading out now," I informed Monica, who nodded in acknowledgment. "Here," Ruth said, offering a stack of notes to Monica, who hesitated upon receiving them. "Please, accept it. Not for my sake, but for the children," Ruth urged with a smile. Monica hesitated for a moment longer before finally accepting the money, her smile returning.