Madison Mcclain の小説・ストーリー

I turn to see a striking woman approaching, her lips curved into a smirk, her gaze locked onto Gabriel like she knows exactly who he is to her. I glance between them, my stomach twisting with suspicion. Who is she? The woman stops in front of us, her painted red lips curved in a smirk that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She’s tall, with sharp cheekbones and an expensive looking black dress that screams old money. “I don’t think we’ve met,” she says, her voice smooth and calculated. “Madison Clark.” Her gaze flicks over to Gabriel first, like she’s already decided he’s the only one worth acknowledging, then it shifts to me. I don’t miss the way her expression changes, her eyes scanning me up a

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

"I'm not angry with you." Slowly, cautiously, Madison stepped out from behind the tree. In the late afternoon light, I could see her more clearly than I had at the preschool. She was wearing an expensive-looking pink dress with matching shoes, her blonde hair perfectly styled in careful curls. But something about her seemed... fragile. Diminished. "Hi," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hi," I replied. "Were you watching Alexander and Ethan?" She nodded, not trying to lie this time.

Then he went to the door and opened it. Madison smiled at her boss and said, “Good day, Sir. Who is the lucky lady?” Mr Saxon smiled broadly and replied, “Good day, Madison. I am the lucky one.” Then he ushered her to the living room. Madison was a renowned hairstylist. She owned five salons in different locations. When her ex-husband discovered how rich his ex-wife was, he tried to win her back, but the ship had already sailed. Ten years ago, Storm was driving to work when he saw a woman lying beside the road. Something stirred in his heart. He asked his bodyguard to stop the car. He got out of the car and walked towards the woman.

"There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing." "That's an opinion," Madison hums. "And you are entitled to have your opinion, of course, it just happens to be wrong." Madison, of course, is flawless with her straight strawberry blonde hair slicked back behind her ears and her long knit black dress encasing her from the base of her chin to her ankles and wrists. Like always. she looks as if she just came from the set of a New York fashion shoot. And for all I know she did. It's not like she doesn't have enough money to do so.

No emotional complications, no messy feelings, no risk of getting hurt. Madison appears in the doorway, all legs and cleavage exposed in that sultry dress. "Ready to celebrate the champion?" she asks, striking a pose that's clearly meant to drive me wild. I paste on my best smile, the one that's graced magazine covers and made panties drop across three states. "Always ready for you, babe." But as she leads me toward her car, her heels clicking against the concrete, Kael's words echo: You'll regret this Timothy.

Mr Madison then disconnected the call has he heard a knock on the door "Come in" Benson walked in "Take a seat" he said to him and he texted his Personal driver to go to the airport, After he was done, he turned to look at Benson "What did you find out?" He asked "The person that linked the video is your wife sir", "My wife?" Mr Madison asked with frown "Yes, your wife Mrs Maria Madison" "How?" He asked unable to believe it "Well, as we have gathered now, she changed her name to Maria Dante, she will be addressing Everyone at 10am about her true identity"

I nervously asked almost stutter. “I’m Madielaine, I'm kind unlike Monica, She's a demon” I almost run because of sudden surprised. What is she talking about? It's scaring the hell out of me. “M-Madielaine—Monica?” I asked stuttering. “Me. Monica is kinda evil” She said. And it made me more scared of her. But look at me now I'm talking to her. I should be running right now. “You’re not like them right? You're not going to get my daughter away from me” She mumbled almost cried. I slowly shake my head. I felt pity on her.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th