Lucy Ashley の小説・ストーリー

"Remember this is a contract marriage. You're not to fall in love with George or do anything extra out of the ordinary!" "You're to make his meal. Make his bed and make sure he is comfortable.” Lucy was also well aware that she was being made into a second hand maid, since the arrogance and bitterness of the disabled CEO have chased almost all the workers away. “You must never let him find out that Arizona is your daughter! Make some explanation in your head!" Lucy had been memorizing these rules in her head ever since. Her mind clustered with thoughts as she moved around like a living ghost.

Lucy stared incredulously as she watched a slow smile appear on Cassandra’s face. “There is one more thing, though…” she said timidly as her eyes flashed with a malicious light which none of the males seemed to acknowledge. “Noah and I…it seems that we are second chance mates…” She continued in a quiet voice, looking every inch the demure and respectable female that she wanted people to see her as. But Lucy knew better now, underneath that sweet and innocent exterior, lay a cold-hearted, calculating, and vindictive monster whose hands were stained with blood and treachery at all levels.

Five years later Lucy’s POV The flash of cameras nearly blinded me as I stepped out of my black SUV. “Miss castle! Over here, please!” “Lucy castle! One smile for Vogue!” I turned slightly, offering them a small, practiced smile. Every step I took was poised and composed. The once timid, nerd girl now stood before flashing lights in a tailored crimson gown that flowed like silk fire. Which happens to be one of my designs. My name echoed in the air like music, and for the first time, I didn’t flinch.

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

Its beautiful but the flowers stamped everywhere are a tad taky for my taste. The sound of fingers snapping jerks my attention from the details of the room"go fetch my breakfast girl" regina mumbles not bothing to look at me or unlock her painted lips from filex.They are out right going at it right in front of me. The rage boiling inside of me had me biting me tounge to keep my mouth shut. servant or not its down right disrespectful servant or not such things are meant behind closed doors.Such boldness is frowned apon expecially for a high lady. Rushing to the door i Leave with a short" yes ma'ma. I have no disire to watch miss high and mighty throw herself at filex."Gross" i think to mysel

Harrison was returning the final grades for the art history presentations today. Lucy moved through the room quietly, trying not to wake Zoe, who was still buried under her covers. She quickly brushed her teeth and had her bath. She rummaged through her drawer until she found a thick, silk scarf and a pair of dark shades. She wrapped the scarf loosely around her neck and slid the shades onto her face. She grabbed her bag and left without breakfast. She kept her head down as she walked to the lecture hall, her heart racing every time she saw a black sedan.

staring at the room she was in she realized it was her father's study room ‘what a great opportunity’ she exclaimed in her heart as she clasped her hands together. Closing the door Lucy started ransacking the files in the drawer she scoffed “seems like he deemed my father's properties useless” she muttered silently, ‘Just watch how I ruin you with it’ she added in her mind. After searching for a while, she knew she had to leave early to avoid suspicion, she sighed as her shoulders dropped in disappointment, she couldn't get the book but then an ash book caught her eyes, grabbing it she saw the words written boldly ‘The Creatures That Shapeshift’ her eyes lit up,

The satisfaction on her face was identical to the look she’d worn the night she set the fire. I pointed at the two of them, my voice flat. “You’ll pay for this.” The second I turned, something slammed into my back. A stack of hundred-dollar bills scattered at my feet. “Thanks for all your help, practice girl.” “Consider that a thousand bucks for your time.” Ashley tilted her head and smiled. “And don’t ever let me see you near Lucas again.” I stepped over the pile of cash. My voice came out cold. “I don’t have a habit of picking up trash.”

Ashley said, throwing her hands up in mock surrender as she applied her trademark red lipstick. Once she was done, she gently set the lipstick back on the dresser before lifting her gaze to the mirror. She looked stunning, with her fair, luminous skin and bright hazel eyes. Her long, light brown hair had perfect curls that waved down her back. She looked nothing like the broken woman she had once been five years ago. The timid girl who once begged for love no longer existed. Now, she had fully become the woman she had always been, Ashley Rosalie Beaumont. The young mistress of the Beaumont family. Only this time she was far more powerful than she had ever been before.