The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

Lyra’s POV The loud buzzing of an alarm clock jolted me awake. I groaned and rolled onto my back, rubbing my sleepy eyes as the annoying sound continued until I reached behind me and switched it off. Curious, I picked it up and checked the time — and my eyes widened. “What? It rang four times already?” The small enchanted clock read 8:05 a.m. I gasped. “I overslept! This is only my second day as Prince Luca’s personal maid, and I’m already starting on a terrible note.”

Just then, the bell rang. I was sure it was the maids. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, trying to look somewhat presentable, and called out, “Come in.” To my surprise, it wasn’t just the maids. An older lady walked in first dressed neatly in an apron, with soft white hair. She looked to be in her late fifties or early sixties. Behind her, the four maids followed quietly. “Ah! The princess is awake!” the old lady exclaimed warmly, her face lighting up with genuine delight.

I tried to brush her off, "please stop…'' I didn't think she was one of those women that bothered others when they couldn't sleep. She didn't stop though. She wouldn't stop licking my ear. I fluttered my eyes open and groaned. Why would Clara be licking my ear? I felt the sleepy wave leave when I realized it was her dog. I must have dozed off for five minutes because she still wasn't in the bedroom. I stood up to go to pee, still feeling exhausted and in need of rest when I met the time on the walk clock. It was a few minutes past two in the morning. "Clara?" I frowned, knocking on the bathroom door. I turned the knob and it bulged. It was empty. I held my breath, internally panicking. For t

Richard nodded his head, he glanced at his watch “Is there a meeting I have to attend today?” “Yes Sir, dinner with Miss Sophia, but today your daughter also came back from Italy, she is already at home now” Richard's brow furrowed in confusion, displeased with my last sentence. Before he could protest further, I spoke again. “I have sent some gifts for your daughter’s return, and said that you are quite busy with VIP guests today, please try to come home around 11 pm, and Miss Shopie also agreed with that,” I said again Yeah, I even had to schedule his mistress. Sophie was his mistress, and I was forced to do this kind of thing to keep up with my work.

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.

“Make sure the lilies are changed in the vase by the window, and tell the chef I want a light meal prepared for dinner. Alex doesn’t like heavy meals when he’s been working all day.” Clara nodded and scurried down the hall to get her chores done while I carefully descended the staircase, the click of my heels echoing in the mansion’s stillness. Outside the mansion, sunlight poured across the long driveway, where Alexander’s fleet of cars parked like sentries. At the front, a familiar white Bentley waited. Mr. Richards stood near the passenger door, quiet and composed in his uniform, his weathered face softening as he caught sight of me. “Mrs. Sterling,” he greeted with a bow. “How do you fee

“They will be my last Piece” My eyes widen in disbelief “You're retiring?” “I'm getting old, I want to enjoy the rest of my life living off the luxury I have created” she smiled and for the first time that evening, I noticed the wrinkles at the edge of her eyes. She's old, but she looks younger than most people her age. “That would be—” “Mrs Richards” a lady in her mid-thirties walked closer. “There's something you need to see” Chloe looked from the lady to me and I smiled.

he said and the old lady 's eyes shone greedily as she quickly did the math in her head. That's a Chopard 201-Carat Watch.. it's worth nothing less than 20 million euros! I am rich!! “Yes I will take it," she said, collecting the wristwatch from Marcel with both hands and eyes glued to it. “Now. I want the voices to stop. I want you to get these demons out of my head and to tell me everything you know about the wolf blood. You can do that, right?" Marcel said to her. “Of course. It's my job," the old lady responded as she put away the wrist watch into her garment rather greedily.

“It’s a forgery. A convincing one, but fake nonetheless.” Jackie looked to Marian, who stood frozen, eyes darting like a trapped animal. Jackie forced a laugh, brittle and thin. “That’s absurd. Marian bought it from a respected dealer—” Marian's face flushed. She pointed at Eva and shouted. "Stop talking nonsense. What do you know about antiques? This clock is worth five million dollars! How dare you say it's fake?" "For your information, I have some knowledge about antiques." Eva flipped her hair back and flashed a proud smile. "It seems this bronze clock is modeled according to the French clocks made during the reign of King Louis XVI."

I knew that the bribing part was a fact… What about the killings? Long hours later, I dragged myself out of bed with bloodshot eyes. Walking on wobbling legs, I passed the long corridor and entered the kitchen, where Juliette, our fabulous, sixty-year-old cook, hummed merrily over making pancakes. Groaning at the wonderful smell, I swayed to the counter and stole one of the fresh-mades. “Don't touch that!” She smacked my hand, but I quickly jerked it away and shoved the pancake into my mouth. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but then smiled. “At least wait until I finish making that part.”