Novel & Cerita Stephanie Lawson Stevens

Lily couldn't stop the smile approaching her lips as she went back to eating her food. After they finished eating breakfast, a light knock came from the door and Stephanie walked in. She wore a thick red and black sweater with gold 'Merry Christmas' letters written across the front. She had shaved her head completely, small gold hoops dangled from her ears. She closed the door behind herself, holding a black leather bag. "Stephanie, you look amazing." Lily complimented the She-Wolf. She inclined her head, a faint smile on her lips before looking around the room at the extra audience.

I don’t miss that Stephanie is conveniently seated right beside Harlan, or the way she never passes up a chance to let their arms brush. The delicious caviar tastes like cardboard on my tongue. I lost my appetite a long time ago. “So, Stephanie,” Ozias Rousseau finally breaks the uncomfortable silence, “how’s school going? I heard you’re already a junior litigant at your uncle’s law firm in Korea.” Stephanie’s gorgeous face becomes even prettier as she smiles at him. “School is pretty hectic but nothing I can’t handle. My team won their first ever court case last week, so everything is sailing smoothly at the moment.”

"But a word of advice? Steven doesn't like clingy employees. Keep it professional." She straightened and walked to the elevator, her heels clicking on the marble floor. I sat there, my face burning. Alexander cleared his throat awkwardly. "Don't let her get to you. Ms Lawson can be... difficult." That was one word for it. The rest of the day crawled by. I answered phones, filed documents, and tried not to look at Steven's office. Tried not to think about Bianca's kiss on his cheek. Tried not to wonder if they were together now. Really together.

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.

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!”