Novel & Cerita The Margot Affair Goodreads

I looked at her, truly looked at her, and saw the decades of secrets she had been carrying for a woman she had loved. Rosa took a breath, smoothing her apron, though her hands were shaking too. She took the seat opposite me, leaning in until we were mere inches apart. "Margaret had an affair with Byron Rider," Rosa began, her voice regaining its calm but retaining its intensity. "Just as you read in those letters. But Sarah, that affair wouldn't have been necessary if the universe had just accepted their love from the start. They were young, they were reckless, and they were forced into lives that didn't fit them. Love makes people do questionable things—cruel things, sometimes. Even you kno

But no matter how difficult things were, Margaret had never been someone who gave up easily or accepted defeat. “I think it’s time to use the final move.” Margaret interlaced her fingers, her expression grave as she spoke. She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, piquing Arthur’s curiosity. “What move?” Margaret slowly lifted her head. “Break into Sebastian Corporation’s domestic headquarters and steal confidential documents, then leak them to the public.” Arthur’s pupils trembled in shock, so startled he nearly dropped the cup in his hand. Setting it down on the table, he looked at Margaret.

Soon, the explosives were destroyed. Margot was captured. I was eager to find Henry. “Who exactly is Margot?” Henry shuddered and lowered his gaze to avoid my eyes. “She’s… a maid at the Duke’s mansion.” My eyes flashed. “You once said she had the grace of a goddess. She knows how to do business but can’t keep up with accounts?! Now, it seems she can even make explosives, too! Tell me the truth! Who is she really?”

He could still see her face in his mind’s eye, that look she had as she was being thrown out, her wide eyes, her confused look, she was desperate for him to say something… desperate for him to believe her. Margaret, sensing the silence was not on her side, crossed her arms tightly over her chest and leaned closer. “Aaron, I did what had to be done. That girl is a gold digger. Do you know what it would look like if you kept her here after this scandal? The press would crucify you. They’d crucify the family. She’s poison. You don’t keep poison in your home.” Aaron’s head lifted slowly, his eyes dark, unreadable. “You don’t know that.” His voice was low, even, but there was a sharp undertone th

She gasped, her eyes widened, “Oh my. Aurora you’ve not done anything with this person have you??” I could sense the dread lurking around in my heart, I sat upright, eyes blinking rapidly as I stuttered, “Wh…what do you me—what do you mean by that?? Why…why are you asking if I…if I’ve done anything.” Mrs Ackerman left for a moment and then returned with a book. It had a nice blue velvet finishing, one which clearly showed it carried unnatural information. I felt a lump form in my throat as she propped open her glass case, then she opened up to a page and started to read,

POV: ALINA Margot walks in without knocking while holding a sleek, black envelope. The kind of thing you don’t just drop off casually. Her face is tight. Serious. Even for her. “What's that?” "You need to see this," she says. No small talk. No pleasantries. Just that flat, lawyer tone she uses when she is about to hand me something that could ruin someone’s life. Or fix mine. I set my coffee down. “Is it about me? Nathan? Did someone find something?”

She pressed her entire body against his back, breasts soft against his shoulder blades, and reached past him for a bottle on the top rack. Her arm brushed his ear. Her hip grazed the front of his trousers. He was already painfully hard. “1982 Margaux,” she murmured, lips near his throat. “Victor bought a case and never opened one. He says patience is for poor people.” She eased the bottle free, turned in the narrow space so they were face-to-face. The dress had ridden higher; he could see the lace edge of white panties now, or what was left of them. She smelled like chlorine and heat.

Instead, he hissed, “Listen to me. Stop overreacting and control yourself. So what if they found out? What is he going to do? He’ll have to go through me to do anything to you. I’ll have him dead by morning if he dares to—” I frowned, leaning closer into the shadows. If who dared to what? I knew they were hiding a festering rot beneath their titles, but this was different. This was panic. Margot’s head shot up, her eyes wide and bloodshot. She shook her head frantically. “Stop! This is all your fault! I told you! I told you not to do that to her! You married her off to that monster and she began hating me... I wanted to make amends... I wanted to take care of her like a mother—”

"We all need time to grieve and to understand what happened. The pack will be fine for a few more days." Garrett looked between us, clearly unhappy but unwilling to push further. With a curt nod, he left the office, closing the door harder than necessary. As soon as he was gone, Margot turned to me, her eyes shining with what I realized was desire. "You were so strong just now," she purred, pressing against me. "So commanding. Let me help you relax, take your mind off things for a while..." Her hands wandered, her intentions clear. But instead of desire, all I felt was a wave of hate. How could she think of sex at a time like this?

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.