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She’d been kicked out, her future at Oxwell obliterated, while Madison Goodwin walked free, untouched, her lies somehow convincing Director Adkins that Abby had faked the video exposing her drug threats. It was infuriating, a miscarriage of justice that fueled my campaign even more. Madison, of course, was running against me, her campaign a mockery of everything I stood for. Her speeches were shallow, all flash and no substance, promising daily parties, free food, and stroking the egos of the superficial crowd with nonsense about choosing course representatives based on looks or popularity. She strutted across campus like a queen, her blonde hair perfect, her smile calculated, as if she hadn

They spoke in such hushed voices, perhaps not wanting me to overhear. "I heard Jessie gave birth to the child, but the child's staying with her now. Ryan's mom was so furious after he got the divorce, and she passed away with regrets." "Aren't things going well for Madison? Her career is taking off. She owns a house, she's rich, and she's pretty. She can get any man she sets her sights on. She would never go back to that disgusting man for sure." "Yeah. His repentance means nothing." I turned off the tap and opened the bathroom door nonchalantly. The two girls immediately looked awkward.

he finishes. The Alpha seems conflicted. I don’t know what he is thinking other than wanting to protect his sister. “How old is Maddie?” I ask. “She just turned 20 not too long ago; how old was Louise?” he asks quietly. “Just turned 20 not too long ago,” I reply.

Cheif Lewis asked, confused. "The photos are of Madison!" Mack's voice cracked slightly. "Who is this Madison person?" Cheif Lewis was still so confused. OH.MY.GOD! Did he really not know any of his peoples families? "Madison is my daughter?!" Mack paused before laying the final blow. "Brent has kidnapped her!" Mack was met with silence that he thought that the Chief hung up on him. Cheryl was piled in a heap on the floor whimpering at the loss of her child. Mack was so helpless and on the verge of breaking down himself, he was about to hang up the phone before the Chief replied.

The helicopter's relentless hum fills the silence as I wait for his response. A nod from Colton confirms my guess. "I'll be good as new once she's done with me." My mind flashes back to the tales of Dr. Madison "Mads" skill, her ability to mend even the most broken. She's not just a gifted surgeon; she's an artist, a miracle worker. And her talents extend beyond the operating table—she has a knack for extracting information, for turning enemies into assets. Her marriage to one of Grayson's top men only adds to her legendary status.

Tears welled up in Madison's eyes, and she whimpered, "Mr. Lance, I don't mean any harm. I just want to be yours. I promise I'll do better than Mrs. Lance. I'll do whatever you want." Maxwell had enough and roared, "I want you dead!" With that, he forcefully threw Madison aside. Madison's body collided with the wall and pain shot through her. Camila heard the commotion from outside and hurried in. She helped Madison up and scolded Maxwell. "Maxwell, stop being so stubborn! What does Jennifer have that Madison doesn't? She's young and beautiful. If you like doctors, Madison will become one in the future. What's so great about Jennifer? Has she ever trusted you? Would she leave if she truly lo

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

she breathed out, almost like she’d been holding her excitement in for too long. Swallowing hard, she extended a slightly trembling hand. “I’m Madison Wallace. One of your biggest fans.” I’ve met dozens like her before—wide-eyed, breathless, claiming to be lifelong supporters. Most of them weren’t. By the end of the night, they'd end up tangled in my sheets, their so-called admiration just a way in. I didn’t take her hand. Didn’t even acknowledge the introduction before she completely combusted from whatever fire was building in her chest. Instead, I stepped past her, snatched the bottle from her trembling grip, and downed it like I’d just staggered in from the Sahara.

“Please leave my mother out of this. She worked hard for your sons. In fact, they are happy my mother is there to take care of them instead of you doing it. I am not doing anything wrong, Mrs. Mavkos, and I harbor no ill intentions toward Jagger or his brothers.” “Ha! You can't fool me, you tramp!” She poked my forehead aggressively, pushing it back. I slapped her hand away and glared at her sharply. She looked absolutely incredulous at my defiance. “You seem to forget that you’re just an uneducated maid. Do you really think people like us will ever accept you? Do you honestly believe you are worthy of any of my sons? There is only one woman suited for them, and that is Madison Hart, known a