The Secret Life Of Mrs Beeton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Even if you can't continue your studies at the Werewolf Academy, you can still live comfortably." I tried to smile through the pallor. However, the future Simon spoke of didn't exist for me anymore. At this point, their love and affection were luxuries I could no longer afford. Laila turned on the camera and began recording. "This thesis was written by me at home…" she sobbed. "I never thought my sister would claim it as her own." As she spoke, she turned the camera toward me. Dad, Mom, and Simon all watched closely, as if afraid I might slip.

She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers. I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash?

He didn’t. Like me, she was putting on a black dress but hers was shorter as it stopped above her knees while mine went down to my legs. She was his wife. Weren’t they supposed to match? I forced out a smile. “Just a piece of clothing I took by mistake.” She nodded before taking a closer look at me. “Oh, you’re Georgie’s secretary, are you not?” Georgie? I couldn’t prevent the surprise from showing on my face. What the fuck was Georgie? Was that what she usually called him? How close were they for her to call him Georgie? Did he lie when he said they were in an open marriage and didn’t even fuck each other?

Becky said and suddenly stood up from the bed and went out. In this new house she moved into, Becky insisted on having no single maids except for just three guards. So she literally cooks and takes care of the house herself, thanks to some online cooking class she engaged herself in and she has been ordering food too. “Gosh! I feel so lazy to go to the kitchen. Had it been Tyler was here, he would have carried me to the kitchen.” Becky said with a scoff as she dragged her feet to the kitchen. When she arrived at the sitting room, she switched on the lights and noticed Tyler wasn't there.

Mrs Sebastian said and dropped her bottle of water. "Don't compare your lives, you are only making it difficult the more!" Aunty Mimi said and tighten the lid of the bottle. "She is a young girl who all she does is enjoy her life and work on her fashion!She nurtured herself because you weren't used to caring. All she wants is a mother, her mother, not queen bee!" Aunty Mimi said and Mrs Sebastian looked away. "And do you also think Beatrice was a spy!" Aunty Mimi asked and Mrs Sebastian chuckled.

"No way! What was she like? Was she as beautiful as everyone says she is?" Trevor chuckled. "Yes, she definitely was. But she's also very professional and focused." Warren's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh man, I hope I get the chance to meet her! Maybe she'll be impressed by my charm and hire me on the spot." Trev raised an eyebrow in amusement, but he didn't comment any further. Warren leaned in closer and whispered, "Hey, did you know that the job vacancy is actually for the CEO's personal secretary?"

She chuckled and pulled Amelia with her. Amelia had thought her room was smaller when she entered Afonso’s mansion, but hers was way bigger than Christie's. Christie had only one room; her bed, chairs, television, and everything was in that small room, which only made it look smaller. Thankfully, she had a smaller room that served as a kitchen. Amelia couldn’t see how anyone would prepare food in such a small place, but she wasn’t about to ask Christie those questions. “Let me see your dress, so I can match it with your makeup.”

“Oh, sweet Bianca, are you trying to learn how to gossip as well? I failed to notice you but it’s such a rare sight for you to be here.” “Oh no, it’s not like that. It is true that it has been a while since I last attended a party like this but seeing everyone here tonight having so much fun, I can’t help but feel envious.” Alicia responded still having Bianca’s gummy smile plastered on her face. “Gossiping indeed is enjoyable. It’s a weird stress reliever for us daughters of rich family. It’s such an escape to talk badly.” “I heard that that is exactly the reason why Mrs. Lim always hosts such parties and why it can innocently appear as a fancy gathering.”

You know the kind they show in movies where billionaires live, that's what my eyes are seeing. He stopped at the front of a metal door and pressed something on the wall and after some seconds, the door opened. I was speechless for a moment. An elevator? In a house like this? I get that the house is huge and everything else, but it was just like a 3-story mansion. Was an elevator really necessary? “This is your room,” The old man said, bringing me out of my thoughts. Here I was, going to meet my unknown husband. My body was tense, my palms wet, and shaky.

In this case the consequence came in the form of his secretary who is learning the art of being a gold digger. “Why are you stuffing everything you are seeing in the cart? Don't tell me you finally lost your mind and want to buy a bunch of underwear with your savings. Willow, I know it's hard but it's not a good idea to buy stuff from freaking Victoria's secret and then start your lingerie business. I get it that you've always wanted to do this kind of business but still.” I let her rant while I turn my focus on yet another set of bras. To shut her up I fish out the credit card from my purse given by our oh so Godly boss. Seeing the black credit card in my hand, Bella's eyes widened furiousl