Stephanie Lawson Stevens Novels & Stories

On the day we went to Cintail Mountain, I sent a message to Stephen, asking him to be prepared to handle my case—or maybe even multiple cases. However, Stephen must have been too busy because he didn't reply to my message. Stephen is very reserved and doesn't talk much. We communicate even less than I do with Taylor. But I understand, since Stephen is a top lawyer at a prestigious law firm and doesn't personally handle trivial matters. Taylor, his assistant lawyer, communicates with me on his behalf.

The lady said after Steven was done "Yeah, right" Steven said, trying so hard not to scratch his hair "Once again, I'm sorry" "It's fine. No need for the apologies anymore" The lady said, her hazel eyes meeting Steven's grey ones "I'm Vandana Larson, by the way. Dana for short" The lady said, stretching her hand out for a handshake "Steven Chase" Steven said, taking her hand "Nice meeting you Steven" "The feeling is mutual Dana" "Can I call you Dana?" Steven asked afterwards

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven's parents. Steven's father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven's mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn't clean enough, my car wasn't a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn't neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

Steven caught me before I could fall. I quickly regained my footing, but my heart was racing. "Oh no, I messed up, Luna," I thought. "He’s definitely going to yell at me now." "Who’s she?" one of the clients asked, eyeing me curiously. "She is my wife and personal assistant," Steven said without missing a beat. I froze in shock. Did he really just say that? He introduced me as his wife? "She designed the Lady’s clothing line I just showed you a few moments ago," Steven continued smoothly.

Steva begged him and then started sobbing heavily but Steven still didn’t spare her a glance. “My name is Steven Aldrich, not Steve. And if you want a divorce you could hire any lawyer, my wife has just passed away and you are here the next second trying to pull me back to that dirt of my past… Laura had brought me out from the dark and she never wanted me to go back into the dark.” Steven said coldly and then stood up, “I guess you won’t leave, so I am leaving.” And with that, Steven strode out of the church steadily while Steva stared at his back with sadness and guilt.

What mattered was the way her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach. “That foolish Laura,” she muttered, cocking her head to the side, her freckled nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Thinks she can have Kingston all to herself? Oh, honey. No can do.” Her reflection grinned back at her, she was the version of herself she had grown to love over the past few months. She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle—no, that chuckle was psychotic, if heard closely. “How does she even sleep at night?” Stephanie continued, her high-pitched voice almost playful as she dragged a tube of lipstick across her lips. “Showing up out of nowhere and stealing the spotlight like she’s some kind of Disney princes

“I drafted the contract and witnessed the wedding.” I scoffed. “You’re just an assistant, yet you draft legal contracts?” The skepticism in my voice was impossible to miss. Stephen’s smirk widened slightly. “I’m not only an executive assistant but also an attorney. My role encompasses a range of specialized skills.” His confidence was irritatingly smooth. A flutter tightened in my stomach, but I shut it down. I quickly covered the reaction with a scowl. “Oh,” I said, pausing just long enough to make it clear I wasn’t impressed. “I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk.”

She looked ridiculous and pathetic, and I couldn’t help but turn away in disgust. As the wedding day approached, her temper flared. Even though she was pushing forty, she had always been obsessed with looking young, and now she couldn’t stand the thought of being seen as unattractive. Naturally, she decided to take it out on me. Halfway through breakfast, the staff took away my plate. Megan sat across from me, pretending to be concerned. “Lexie, you really shouldn’t eat so much. You’re starting to get chubby.” Brandon jumped in, “Yeah, you’re as fat as a pig. Ugly and worthless!”

Her father was a lawyer for popular figures so they were loaded with cash and she was an only child which means she had unlimited excess to spend. “No I can't come, I need to hit the laundromat today.” I said. I needed to get some stuff clean including the outfit I planned for today's party. 'Okay don't sweat it. I'm here with my roommate, we'll pick something out specially for you.” Stephanie chided. So she was at the mall with Willow Bloodworth, her roommate. She had told me a lot about her. She was a senior, ahead of us with a year and a major was criminal psychology.

So Stephenie was forced to sit and have breakfast with him after breakfast Stephanie put her cell phone on because she had to switch it off yesterday and there were several phone calls from John and Arianna and even text messages from Arianna asking her how it went and how is she doing and she replied, Bbs is doing well and the deal went well but he just said one year to pay the money and which is enough time to get the money and the rest of the details I will inform you when I come to visit you. And a few minutes later she got a message from arianna that thanked God she is okay because was just about to go to the police station to lounge a complaint that Mr. Lorenzo has to kidnap her friend