The Margot Affair Goodreads Novels & Stories

I said, and she closed her eyes with relief. “I know you probably don't want to answer the next question," she murmured, holding my hand, “but Nikolay, I have to ask. I need to know," she stared at me intently. “Who is Margot? What happened to her?” “She's not someone important enough to even mention, Margaret," I told her seriously, so much so that she recoiled from my touch on her cheek. I withdrew it, feeling heaps of sad memories clouding my mind. Damn it, this was bad, I had to get Margaret out of the office and out of my sight right now.

So I just keep quiet which is one of the tragic side effects of having opinions. I learnt that everything has two sides. Good and bad. It's some sort of mischievous bittersweet vicious cycle. It never stops, it is almost as if it all of forms part of a routine. To have expectations and be deprived of them or having low standards but ending up with the best result. While talking to Margot I realized that no matter what, good or bad, bittersweet or not, she would accept me for who I am. A character trait we barely find in people then and now. I've always questioned why. Why be so judgmental about other people's choices when it doesn't necessarily concern you. If it did, giving your opinion wou

He had been asking me repeatedly the same question since Senator Rodriguez left us. Am I okay? Am I really? It just finally sank into my brain that Regor will be married to someone else anytime soon, how am I going to be okay? We did not leave the meeting room right away. Marlon told me we will stay until I composed myself, but I think it would take a long time before I could do that. Tears kept on streaming down my face and trying hard as I might, I could not make them stop. “I know what I got myself into when I had an affair with the President.” I tried to laugh, but it sounded off even to my ears.

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

Down the street, in a dim café long past closing hours, Jared closed his laptop. He’d found something. Not proof. Not yet. But a pattern. And patterns, Jared knew, were how disasters began. He slipped his phone into his pocket and stood. “Mia deserves better than this,” he muttered. And for the first time, he decided not to ask Liam anything at all. He would watch. And when the time came He would act.

Thank God the desk was big enough to block the view from the front. I tried to pull my pants back up, but couldn't get them to stay. Jean stared wide-eyed. "Max, how did you hide something so long in here? That's amazing." The sharp thrill of skin against skin made the fire in my gut blaze even hotter. My body was spiraling out of control. Jean marveled, "Max, is this your magic staff? It's getting bigger! It feels so good to touch. Why is my whole body getting so hot? This is unbearable."

“What are you talking about?” She slid the folder toward me. “There were other women,” she said. “But one in particular. Her name was Rachel. She came to me the year before you married him. Told me she was pregnant. Told me Andrew… wasn’t kind.” My stomach twisted. “I paid her to stay quiet,” Margot continued. “I didn’t believe her. Or maybe I did. But I didn’t want the world to know.” She looked up. “And that’s my sin.”

What's done is done. A knock on the door jolts me out of my thoughts. Dmitri enters, a glint of something I can’t quite place in his eyes. He is my best friend, my closest confidant. I should be able to tell him everything. But how do I tell him that I, Don Vasily Petrov, the formidable leader of the Russian Mafie, woke up in bed with another man? How do I tell him that the man I slept with is Adrian Volkov, my future brother-in-law, a man I despised, and that I can't stop thinking about him?

Margot pretended she just now noticed the bag in Elizabeth s hand. Elizabeth instinctively wanted to hide the bag behind, but she didn't think it's necessary. "Yes." She didn't want to say anything more. After all, it was her private affair. Genevieve had known Margot for several years, and the tacit understanding between them had reached a realm. Genevieve snorted and sneered coldly, "Oh! Men's wear! You are having an affair with some filthy men?" Elizabeth frowned at Genevieve coldly. "You sound stinky, as fetid as your breath. You'd better shut up."

“Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Emily shouted, pushing away a male doctor who had tried to calm her. She screamed, “All of you just protect each other! You’re all corrupt! What’s Anna giving you in return? If you don’t let me expose her, I’ll take my son and jump from this building!” The room erupted with chatter. "Maybe she’s right. Could Dr. Miller really be in an affair?” “I don’t know, but Dr. Miller’s young to be a lead physician. I wouldn’t be shocked if she… you know, used certain ‘connections’ to get here."