Second Lady Book Novels & Stories

Christina spun around in panic. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, I stood up and stepped forward, respectfully offering my arm to my grandmother. "Grandma, you're here." My grandmother gently patted my hair with her broad, comforting hand. "When I got your call, I had the family jet rush me over right away. Don't worry, my dear. With me here, I'll make sure no one would harm you, especially not a shameless wench."

Envy fleeted across her eyes. “Get rid of everything.” Charlie said icily, with the subject not open for discussion, “I want everything new. I’m not interested in someone else’s hand-me-downs.” The butler paused for a minute before persuading in hesitation, “Get rid of everything? Don Moretti will—” “I am the lady of the manor now. Are you trying to defy the consiglieri’s orders?” Charlie abruptly cut the butler off. She took strides into the bedroom. She swiped her finger across the vanity table before furrowing her brows in disgust.

“Look at them.” The twins noticed us immediately and ran over. Ava stopped first politely. “Good evening.” Eli followed slightly behind her. “Hello.” The First Lady crouched slightly to their level. “So these are the famous twins.” Eli looked suspicious instantly. “Are we famous?” “A little,” she admitted. Ava smiled proudly. “I knew it.” The First Lady laughed before gently touching Ava’s cheek. “You two are absolutely adorable.” Then she looked toward me dramatically. “I need my children to give birth to grandchildren exactly like yours.”

I was laughing again, and it felt real. ____ By the time we got back home, the moon was already high. Lena was waiting by the dining table, her warm smile instantly filling the room. “There you girls are,” she said, setting down a bowl. “How was shopping?” “Chaotic,” Lila announced dramatically. “But successful. We discovered that Aria can look good in literally anything.” I groaned. “She’s exaggerating.” “I’m not,” Lila said, pulling out a chair. “You should’ve seen her in this green dress—”

Although even Diana had more confidence than Leah. “The First Lady has summoned you.” She said. Summoned? What was her curse with First Ladies. First it had been her step mother, now her mother in-law. After the conversation she had overhead, she was not eager to see the woman. And so soon. But she had no choice. And no voice. She was nobody. She must always remember her place. “Ok.” She said, standing up from the hammock. She left the balcony and went back into her room to change into another dress.

I’m so happy he's still alive. Melina goes to Thomas' office and waits for him. Her feet vigorously tap against the floor as she sits on one of the couches. She can't wait for Thomas to arrive and explain how the man survived. Melina stands up and walks around his office, unable to sit still. She tries to divert her attention by scanning the books on his shelves. Melina reminisces about cleaning Thomas' office. Her hand moves involuntarily to her throat, recalling how Thomas face-fucked her. She can't believe it happened so long ago. Melina never imagined she'd be in his office for any reason other than to clean it.

Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more. “But?” I pressed gently. She just shook her head with a tight-lipped smile. “That’s just old family talk.” But even then, I could feel it. Something about the way she said it, the way she looked at the book like it was a warning. “So, the second wife wrote this?” I asked, eyeing the stiff, gold-embossed title again. Clara gave a short nod. “Yes. And every generation follows the book.” My lips parted to ask more, but she abruptly straightened. “I should get back to the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything, Madam.”

“Present it to me in two days.” She nodded repeatedly. “Ten thousand men he has killed. Ten thousand people with fingers I will pull out.” I saw her shiver as I walked past her to the door. She had done this before, there was no need to cower. “And..”I turned. “I will be waiting for the secrets you are yet to tell me. Don't keep me waiting for long.”

The opportunity was also used by Abby, who did not like their behavior. A woman who liked to read books suddenly nudged her hand to Massimo, but everything is done slowly. The man, as soon as possible, turned to his wife. The intelligent woman brought her lips closer to the ears of the opposite sex, "They are Aunty Mandy and Melania. Be careful with the two female snakes. " "Okay. Thank you for the warning. "

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once