Susan O'reilly Novels & Stories

Ophelia continued, cutting her off, “come with a price. You don’t get to humiliate me, lie about me, and then expect mercy when the consequences come knocking.” Behind her cold expression, a darker memory stirred in her head, one that never stopped haunting her. In her previous life, She’d once trusted Susan. It started when Susan offered to be her guardian while her parents were overseas on a long diplomatic assignment. Young, polite, and eager to please, Ophelia had gone along, trying to believe Susan’s sudden warmth was genuine. But it hadn’t taken long before Susan introduced her to a man named Dorion who was wealthy, powerful, and well-connected. Ophelia had instantly sensed something w

She halted, seeing everyone standing and the tension. “Can I help you, Susan?”I asked, ignoring everyone else. “Oh, uhm… well, I know you are on leave and all but we really need your help, Mr Court sent a new file for a design and we have no idea how to go about it. I really need your organizing skills and fresh ideas… please Rory, come save us.” She pleaded, “Please.” “Susan.. I …” “Rory?” Declan’s stern voice is back.

Morrigan tried to shift her body to stand up and go fetch herself a drink. "You're awake," a middle-aged woman went in with a tray of food at hand. She looked up to the woman who gave her a sense of warmth and security by just looking into her eyes. The woman smiled at her and put the tray down on the bamboo table. "Do you want water?" The lady asked her, she nodded in reply, as she cannot find her voice as of that moment. The lady poured water into a cup, walked towards her, and handed it to Morrigan. Morrigan immediately drank the water she was given. "You're parched," the lady brought the kettle near her and gave her another cup of water. Morrigan continued to drink until she could feel h

As to whether or not she understood, he couldn't tell but her response was satisfying. “It's all for the best. Who knows, we might not have valued each other then.” Andrew sighed, relieved. It felt good to be honest with each other, with no secrets between them. “You are right so you say, we start over?” Susan smiled shyly. When Andrew was in charge, his aura was just intimidating. “I think that will be nice.” Andrew removed his hand from her thighs and stretched it towards her. “Andrew Crown, CEO, Crown Investors.” Susan joined her hand to his. “Susan Stack, former customer complaint manager, Crown telecommunications.”

But she’s no longer sleeping through the days and nights like when I first met the sisters. I hold my hand out to Susan, biting my lip. “Hi, Mrs. Lane.” She takes my hand with both of hers, holding them gently and smiling behind her tired eyes. “Asher, you can call me Susan. It’s lovely to meet you, too.” Ophelia’s eyes are glued to the two of us, her anxieties probably running her ragged. Susan fills the silence before I have a chance to say something else. “Congratulations on your division clinch, Asher. It is odd to hear Ophelia speak about the Ozarks instead of the Shoremen. I wonder if her tastes have changed?” Susan smirks and moves her eyes to her eldest daughter.

Susan said with a pleading voice to the person over the phone. “I don’t want other people, I told you I only want Orla, so you better find her and bring her to me, I don’t like these bitches you sent to me, give me what I want!” A masculine voice barked from the other end. “Sir, Orla isn’t available at the meantime, she has been away for a while, please have someone else,” she begged in an appealing voice. “You shut up and listen to me, Susan. Orla is the only one I want, I don’t care where she is, find her and bring her to me.

“Private citizens off my scene.” Gabe didn’t slow. “Hi, Detective Swallow.” Andrew’s face pinched. “That joke wasn’t funny the first time.” Susan slid between them before the collision. She flashed a small leather wallet—no badge, just a clean card with a gold sigil embossed in the corner, the same blinking-eye mark Frank had given Gabe. “Susan Ly,” she said evenly. “Consultant.” “Consultant my arse,” Andrew spat. “This isn’t a ghost tour.”

"What do you mean?" Amazed, Lily burst into laughter. "So, you really don't know? Haven't you looked at I*******m? Search it yourself and you'll find out." As Lily said that, she took out her phone and checked. "It's still holding the sixth spot in the trending section." The trending topic at number six: "Susan returns to the country, greeted by a mysterious handsome man with flowers, riding in a Rolls-Royce Phantom." Susan was Miss Tycoon City from the Hastings family. She was also a famous designer, who was once embroiled in public opinion and then whitewashed, has since found her fame to have skyrocketed.

She questioned, ignoring my question. She was blonde and had hazel eyes with an oval face. I wonder who she is and how did she get here? “I asked you a question first so you have to tell me who you are and how you got here?” “Fine, if you insist. I’m Susan. Susan Roland, the second wife of Alexander Roland who is a successful business tycoon and secondly, I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I can remember is being knocked out by Naomi, that crazy bitch's bodyguard and being locked up in a store.”

she says. Suddenly the servant came closer. It was still standing in front of her. "Sit down," she ordered. The servants quietly sit on the sofa. "What's your name?" Selene asked. "Susan, madam.” "How many years have you been working with Lyon and his family?" Selene asked. Susan started to looked at Selene. "Um, Eleven years, ma'am." Selene nodde. "How old are you?" "I'm fifty years old now, madam. I haven't been home to my family in years."