The Margot Affair Goodreads Novels & Stories

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.

She's back. I never thought that the picture I would be seeing on the first page of the papers for the day was that of Avery Morrison in the airport. The words ‘Billionaire heiress returns home after a failed marriage’ was captioned in bold red letters, just below the picture. I read the article over and over and I almost got to work late because of it. I have a meeting with Hector Morrison tomorrow and the wheels in my head we're spinning wildly as I started to concoct things that I could do with the information on the article and how it could help me put Morrison at a disadvantage.

What stood out even more was the way he pressed against me as he rubbed slightly from side to side. The friction created a spark-like jolt that seemed to ignite at the base of my spine, traveling upward along my back and bursting into my mind like a flash of electricity. He murmured, "Ms. Jaeger, I've always admired women from Darlene. You're so soft and warm, and there's something about you that I can't resist. Would you let me give you a try?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stared at him, utterly speechless.

As Beatrice left the two outside, Nate looked at Rayver. "What is the truth happened?" Nate asked. Rayver looked at Nate seriously. "Well, I just heard their conversation about the plan. I heard about someone that will help Ms. Margarett to do her plan, but I don't exactly know what plan they referring to." Rayver said. He observed Margarett from the first start after Nate married her, he has this instinct that Margarett can't be trusted. And since his ability is more focused on instinct, he got his eye on her to watch her move even without Nate's permission.

Seeing me lay with Natasha confirmed to him that she was the one, so after I left, he killed her". Megan buried her face in her palms, she wept for her friend. Then she wiped her tears and looked up at him. "She didn't want you, she just wanted the money, it was the game, the life of a prostitute. I probably would have done the same. Seeing she was gone, inwoukdbhave done same". Charles never thought of it like that, but seeing Megan weep for her friend, he realized Natasha was just a victim too. She wanted money, and more money.

As I slowly closed my eyes, an image of a man suddenly submerged the hopeless me deeper, and I knew why. I may never wanted this life, but I won’t ever regret having that one night in this hell hole that I felt happy and free...without my parents, without Ignacio and everybody that could judge me. I smiled softly as tears rolled from my cheeks. “Dimitri.” My first choice. The man, who gave me the first taste of freedom that I never experienced in the first place...but then, what we had there is wrong. It is against morals, it is against my marriage.

“You know, I'm not sure how I feel about being back here. Do you think I'm doing the wrong thing by helping this pack out?” “Not at all,” said Lee. “Wait, I wanted to ask, Margot, was the bombshell he married there?” “Now that you mention it, no, ” muttered Margot. “Hm. Maybe she was busy.” “Yeah, we could always meet some other time,” I responded, stretching my limbs. “I need to rest in advance for the shift.”

I really don't know how to deal with them. My mom likes Chloe a lot. She always told me that how come I can't be just like her. And I answered her simply because I am Marga, in short for Margaret, my name is too long to Its right? So yeah that's simple reason. But she said that I should be like her. She even told me that she used to be just like her when she was young. And I asked myself quietly. Am I really my mom's daughter? Because let's face it. It's really true that she's like my cousin.