The Other Mrs Novels & Stories

"Elowen, your mom is dead." I froze. I had believed my heart wouldn’t stir anymore, yet hearing those words still tightened something inside my chest. My eyes stung. Mira continued quietly, "Suri—ever the ungrateful one—broke into your house at night with two blond thugs and strangled her with a rope. "That idiot thought that once her mom died, she’d inherit the house, sell it, and run away with them. Those three together don’t even add up to fifty years old. How could they possibly evade a police investigation?

Her mind raced with guilt and confusion, “Did I push him too far? Am I overreacting?” A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She froze, and the faint hope that it might be Derek disappeared the moment she heard Sylvia’s voice. “Good evening Ma’am, Mr. Johnson has asked me to inform you that he’ll be staying over at the office tonight.” The housekeeper announced politely from the other end of the door. Leah heaved a deep sigh, “Thank you, Sylvia.” She replied calmly.

Before I could figure things out, Callum said in a low voice, "Eliana isn't the little girl I grew up with anymore. Perhaps things had already changed by the time mine and Anthony's family were falsely accused. Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan were doing their best to get help for us, but Eliana went to report us and cut ties with us.

Even if he had been there… he probably would’ve ignored her. And somehow, that would’ve hurt even more. “Excuse me, are you Mrs. Russell?” Karina looked up. A lady dressed in professional clothing stood in front of her. She sniffled and nodded. “Yes?” “Ahh, perfect!” the lady clapped her hands excitedly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” She turned around immediately. “Follow me.” Karina stood slowly and wiped her eyes with her handkerchief before placing it back into her purse.

"This isn't what I expected." "What were you expecting?" "I don't know.". A faint smile touched my lips. "Something that looked like it belonged in a magazine instead of a place someone actually lives, this place is different from your other penthouse” "I spend enough time in magazines." His answer earned another small smile from me. A middle-aged woman emerged from the hallway, dressed in a crisp black uniform. "Good morning, Mr. Jones." "Morning, Martha.". Her attention shifted toward me. "You must be Mrs…”

She replied as she pointed at Porter’s office door. Czarina smiled and nodded. “Thank you, uhm…” “Janine. Janine Kwon.” She introduced. Czarina smiled wider. “Thanks, Janine.” She said before walking to Porter’s office. All the employees looked to where Czarina is going before looking back at Janine. “Goodness! Janine! You know that girl?” Yasmin asked when Czarina got inside Porter’s office. Janine nodded. “She’s Mr. Kim’s ex.” She replied nonchalantly and continued her work. She didn’t know why there is this uncomfortable feeling growing inside her and she wanted to go inside and steal Porter away from Czarina’s sight.

I may not stay here for long, but I will get to know other females, and it makes me feel a lot better knowing that they do not regard me as an outsider. We entered a large kitchen after passing through the living room and a small hallway. Corvina stepped inside first and announced, "Everyone, you know Nesta, yes? She will be joining us today. She is an excellent baker!" I stepped inside and all the eyes turned to me. Why am I so nervous! Look up!

— Unfortunately. — I will talk to the other investors , but it was a pleasure talking to you. - I say moving away. I walk to the other side of the room, where I try to pay attention to everyone , but come back and half caught me watching X talking to some people, our looks met, smiles disconcerted... Until we said goodbye to the last investor. I check to see if all the headquarters are closed and then walk to the front, locking those huge wooden doors... with his help.

I am fed up with everything. She doesn't heed my words and looks away and I follow her eyesight to see all the other members are already here, gawking at us. Mrs Rodriguez, Mrs Gabrielle, eldest daughter of Mrs Lander and Mrs Rivera the middle daughter of Mrs Lander, looking at us with stunned and confused eyes. I looked all around us and all the helpers were busy with their work. Not even one of them stopped to look at the commotion. They were avoiding us as if we were invisible.

However, he was now proudly showing off that crooked woven piece to others, his face radiating pride. Vivian was nestled contentedly in his arms, carrying herself like the lady of the house. Someone nearby remarked, "Mrs. Richardson's haute couture dress is stunning. I couldn't get an appointment even a month in advance. He must have traveled to several countries to get that for her." My friend glanced at me strangely. "Netty, isn't that your husband?" At charity galas, companions were typically assumed to be family members or spouses. Everyone naturally took Vivian and Lucas for a married couple.