Señora Novels & Stories

Why this girl now? “Mam?” Grace called Athena again, “You don’t have to call me mam, Grace. I am no boss of yours. You can call me Athena” she moved closer to the stairs, “I don’t think the boss would appreciate that madam,” Grace politely responded. “No, Grace. I insist”, she replied. That was true. She was no boss of anyone. She was a mere slave, a slave to his desires, pleasure and sick obsession. She put her foot on the step but immediately remembered something. “Grace?” she called, turning around.

she asked. "I am Maharani, who is in charge of this house. Excuse me, with whom and what need do you need to look for Mr. Kusuma?" I asked, still guessing who the woman in front of me was. She called Mr. Kusuma by the name Suma, so she was one of those close to him. "Mr. Kusuma has already left for the office, maybe if you are looking for him you can go straight to the office," I explained politely.

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

I smiled and my eyes moved on the woman sitting next to him, probably his wife. "I am Rochetta, his wife and Dom's favorite Aunt. Am I right, mi hijo?" She batted her eyelashes at Dominic. "Yes." Dominic gave her a flying kiss. "I am Dominic's Aunt, his father's sister, Selena Rodriguez. You amaze me pretty lady." A very elegant woman with her thick spanish accent introduced herself. She looked regal and she looked very familiar for some reason. "You have seen me in the magazines. I was Vogue's face for consecutive 5 years in the 90's." She answered for me.

Instead, he strides toward the massive front doors, leaving me to follow. The door swings open before we reach it. A woman in her fifties stands at the threshold, her face warm and familiar. “Ana.” “Señor Ignacio.” She bows her head slightly, then turns to me with a genuine smile. “Señora Ignacio.” The title “Señora Ignacio” sends a strange jolt through me. It’s real now. I’m his wife. “Welcome,” Ana continues, her voice soft. “I’ve prepared your rooms. If you need anything, please let me know.”

She didn’t know why she suddenly missed her old maid… “Madam.” The woman stopped walking. Celeste froze. That was because the woman's voice had changed. From a weak and garbled tone, it had turned into a very familiar voice she had heard often. Only then did she realize. The maids at Lombardi addressed her as 'Señora,' not 'Madam'… The woman slowly turned to face her, causing Celeste to gasp. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It was like she had been doused with icy water and her body had gone rigid. The chill she felt made her heart pound violently.

It was a huge portrait of a woman. She was beautiful, but she had this odd look. Though from her dress and skin color, one could easily tell she wasn't American, maybe from one of the South American countries or Mexico. As Adams inspected the portrait, he saw her initials engraved at the bottom right corner of the portrait of Señorita Adriana Sebastián.

He was also a complete stranger, but Ruby immediately had a bad feeling. The man smiled kindly, but his eyes glanced at her thighs and chest. The smile looked automatically repulsive, and Ruby pulled her skirt to cover her thighs more. Note : Senora : Mrs Senor : Mr Don : Mr (But more respectfully)