The Margot Affair Goodreads Novels & Stories

Or was she in trouble? I wasn't exactly close to Margot to know all these things. I continued cleaning, trying to ignore the feeling of dread that was starting to creep up on me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something bad was about to happen. But I kept telling myself that I was just being paranoid, that there was nothing to worry about. I gagged as I lifted the trash can and dumped the contents into a bigger trash bag. I couldn't believe Margot had let her office get to this state. I continued to clean, picking up the scattered papers and arranging them on the desk. As I was cleaning, I noticed a stack of papers that looked different from the others. They were

“What does the note say?” Rachel looked at the note and almost squirmed. Surely this was a trap to get her fired. How was she supposed to read the content of the note word for word and not provoke Tristan by doing so? When she didn’t respond, Tristan lowered his gaze. “Rachel. . .what does the note say?” “I don’t think I should—” “Rachel!” “YOU MISOGYNISTIC, DISRESPECTFUL BEING! IF YOU HAD ANY RESPECT FOR WOMEN, YOU WOULD AT LEAST COURT ONE BEFORE AGREEING TO MARRY A STRANGER. ASSHOLE!

She denied the claim and argued she didn’t know a thing, and then came the photos and videos. However, before I could confront her with the evidence—she left. She took a huge sum from my locker and left the country, to God knows where. Only Anna had the password to my locker and I couldn’t help but believe my pack’s claims. Not only that she left, but the wolf whom she had an affair with also disappeared without a trace.

Betty handed Henry's file over to her secretary before leaving Cindi was already waiting outside for Betty "Is everything OK?" Cindi asked, she knew something was wrong because this was unusual "Henry applied for Job" she looked at Cindi "Henry, that you had a thing with?" "Yes, and if my husband finds out…" She turned and looked at Cindi again "I am dead" "Have he started?" "Nope, he just brought his CV to me" Betty went for the first drink she saw "Then, that's not an issue, we can sort it out"

If it was true that Maura and her mage friends were going to come in and fight on the side of the Council, and that seemed to be the case, based on what had just happened, Everly and her alliance were going to need some way of countering it. Margot thought for a moment, her eyes focused out the window at the landscape as she continued to wash the dishes Everly had intended to do as repayment for all of Margot’s kindness. “I may have a contact,” she said. “I’ll have to see.” “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Slate reminded her, his voice calm. Margot turned and smiled over her shoulder. “You’re a wolf, son. Not a cat.” “Wh—” Slate began, clearly not understanding that Margot was trying to tell him

"Mom, look. In the video, Alistair is visibly moving to push toward you. How could you have fallen on your own?" How could Alistair be innocent? If he was… then what had the past ten years of revenge she'd taken on him amounted to? Margaret took the phone and watched the video over and over, mumbling, "How can this be?" Then, she slapped her own forehead. "I remember now!" Geri and everyone else snapped their heads toward her in unison. She said, "At the time, Alistair did reach out to me, but only to hand me a lucky charm he'd gotten for me."

He said in agony, "So she thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. Damn it! What have I done? How could I forget her birthday? I promised to celebrate every birthday with her. Not only did I not celebrate it with her, but I also suspected that she added peanut butter to the cake and made Maeve have an allergic reaction. Was she very upset when she came back to get her luggage?" The domineering mafia leader slumped on the couch, burying his face tiredly in his hands as he spoke to Alfred in a low and hoarse voice. Alfred hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Mr. Cole, she wasn't sad. She was very calm and even told us to take good care of you and Mr. Jasper." Felix

Maddox I didn’t care anymore. I reached into the bag I’d been holding and pulled out several files, along with a few USB drives, then threw them down at her feet. “Those are the pieces of evidence against you,” I said flatly. “I’ve worked hard, Margot. I’ve really worked hard to make sure you pay for your crimes.” Kyle looked down, his shoulders tense and his face pale with embarrassment. Margot’s eyes flicked between the scattered files, confusion shadowing her features before she finally lifted her head and asked, “What crimes are you talking about? What did I do wrong?”

But her thoughts were silenced by what she discovered inside the envelope: numerous photos of Laurent with a young woman who appeared to be of Vera's age--kissing, and a scream ripped through Margot's chest, the photos scattering on the floor. Her gut told her Laurent was unfaithful, but she refused to believe it. What was he planning? Run off with this girl when their job was done, stealing the money she earned to live a happy life with this girl, and laughing behind her back? “He has no idea what he has done, and I will show him." •••• AFTER FRANÇOIS'S DEATH It had been more than six months since Francois's death, and Margo had intended to leave France long ago, but specific tasks, such as

“But now I wish I hadn’t gone at all.” “That bad?” “Worse. Margot gave me one of her cryptic speeches. Something about how life changes suddenly and not to get too attached to plans.” Avery was quiet for a beat. “Okay. That’s terrifying.” “Right?” “What exactly did she say?” I recited it back to her as best I could—every offhand comment, every weird pause, every time her smile didn’t quite match her eyes. “She knows something,” I said. “I just don’t know what. But it felt like a warning.”