The Widow Book Reviews Novels & Stories

He read through the pages and then closed it, reaching for the second folder. The second folder contained articles from different international tabloids. “THE BLACK WIDOW GAINS CONTROL OF CAMERON’S VAST FORTUNE.” “STRINGS OF LOVERS CLAIMED RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE BLACK WIDOW.” “NOTORIOUS BLACK WIDOW SPINNING HER WEB ON SENATOR WHITEHALL.” His lips formed into a snarl as he read some of the titles and scanned through the articles. “Shall I set a meeting next month?” Joana questioned after a few minutes.

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“Yeah, the world sure does have a way of working shit out. Huh? Anyways, I found you, and then found out about my pregnancy. I came back here to New York to tell the twins. They forgive me for keeping the truth about my past from them. We were going to be okay. And then the day after I came back, I came home from a shopping trip with Nicholas to find this beautiful woman standing at my door.” “She's actually pretty? Why cant she just be a troll?” Amanda grumbles. “I know. She introduced herself as the twins' wife. She was all friendly but it seemed totally fake. Like, how the hell am i supposed to hate her when she was so fucking kind? The twins rushed home and found her there. They were sho

"But, if you can get a single person, why choose a widow?" "Why does it matter?" Zendaya asked somewhat annoyed. "Besides, whether single or widowed, there's no difference. Moreover, it's really pitiful just because someone is a widow, then they're discriminated against. Suppose the widow is one of your children here, then when they want to find a new partner but are treated like earlier, would you accept it?" The woman who had been asking was suddenly silent. No longer debating Zendaya's pointed explanation. "Oh my God, Zendaya. There's no need to defend so much."

The sound of footsteps echoed along the office corridor. For the past few days, Monica had been carrying out her duties as her husband's personal assistant; she had lost count of how many employees had been dishonorably discharged due to their careless behavior. Yuan was truly relentless in bribing people; she had even paid a spy specifically to seduce Nathan. Ironically, they had chosen the wrong opponent; like a game of cat and mouse, the mouse would inevitably be torn apart by the cat.

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

There’s no packing a bag and starting over somewhere new where no one knows your name either because they will find you. They always do! You can’t leave nor disappear. You only leave your husband’s house in a fucking body bag or as a widow, and even then, your freedom still comes with strings still tied around your throat because in reality you’re never free. Blood doesn’t forget, Neither does power and neither does pride which means a widow only ends up as a pawn in the games of the rich or even your death might become a transaction to another family. I glance to my left and I see Rafe, he’s standing by the far end of the room leaning against the wall like he doesn’t belong even though he o

The so-called salvation was Luigi keeping a helpless pawn for his amusement. Tears welled up in my eyes as rage filled my chest. I walked over to the safe and locked the document inside. The Isabella who had once been weak and hungry for love was locked away with it. Walking over to the mirror, I stared at the pale woman in the reflection. I lifted the corners of my mouth, adjusting the angle a few times until the smile was perfect but devoid of warmth. Since he said one could only be a widow in the Conti family, I'd follow that rule. He would live while watching himself lose everything slowly.

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

In her hand, she held a thick, leather-bound book and a single, glowing data-key. “Who the f**k are you?” Dante rasped, his hand reaching for a knife he no longer had. The woman looked at the infant in his arms, then at the unconscious Bianca in the sinking ship. “I’m the one who started the Ledger,” she said, her voice a low, gravelly rasp. “And I’m the only one who can show you how to spend the money.” She held up the data-key. “The Council is dead, Butcher. But the world still belongs to the Vanes. And I think it’s time we collected the interest.”