Margo Hanson の小説・ストーリー

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

I said as Hunter pulled into his car parking spot. "Grace." His voice came through tight, worried. "Turn on the news. Any channel." My stomach dropped. "We already know, Max. Margo's arrest. It was only a matter of time." Hunter pulled out his phone anyway and pulled up the news app on his phone. "Show me," I said to Hunter. He turned the screen toward me. The headline blared across the news site: MARGO WILSON ARRESTED IN ILLEGAL SURROGACY SCANDAL

I finally murmured. “As serious as Joy is about SPF at night,” Margo replied. “And get this, it’s not a background role. Not ‘girl walking past café with flower in hair.’ This is a lead. The second female lead. She’s a street photographer, stubborn, sexy. I mean—hellooo? You.” I kept staring at the screen. Margo watched me with that barely-contained smile of hers. The kind she usually wore when she found a vintage jacket for 70% off.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

But someday when a single small spark is enough to burn everything down. Margaret placed her phone back in her clutch with very calm movements. At the podium, the host mentioned the names of several honorary donors—including the name Margaret Blackwood which was met with warm applause from the entire room. Margaret stood. Smiled gracefully toward the audience. Waved her hand. Perfect as always. Yet inside her head, she spoke in a voice no one could hear. 'Wait, Alina. I will find the right time for your destruction.' On the other side, in his cramped apartment, Steven Walsh sat in front of his laptop with a satisfied expression.

Her best friend Marjorie. *****************************************

He scooped up her fragile body and cradled her in his arms, making his way down the steps to the nearby lawn, not too far from the tree line. "So, the other night, I overheard Hugo chatting with Zen," Margo said. She bumped her head because he gave her a little nudge. Well, all I know is that she seems to remember everything up until a year ago when she left for your country. When she woke up, she thought Gray was still alive. Margo drifted apart from our group, flashing me a casual half-smile and waving her hand without saying a word. I'd prefer if we could do things a bit differently for our get-together.

Her hands trembled a little bit as she tried to calm herself. “Yes.” She said with a sigh. “My name is Margo Harrison.” “I thought so. As to why there is an interest in you and Sammy, well that should be obvious.” Kane said, shrugging. “Actually it's not. It makes no sense for you and your club to be interested in me when for the five years I was held captive in that monster’s dungeons no one looked for me.” She said with narrowed eyes. “Look I was overseas when all of that happened so I have no clue what happened or why no one looked for you. I’m sure if you asked Machine he could explain what happened five years ago.” Kane said, trying to be sympathetic and reassure her at the same time.

“It’s okay. It’s all in the past. Let’s focus on the future, and working to make it better.” “Yeah, I like that.” They disengaged from the hug. “So, Margo was a friend of yours? How come I don’t know her?” Melvina have always wanted to ask this. “Well, Margo is always indoors. Never follows us to our meetings. Quite an introvert if I must say, but she is okay. She is actually Tempest’s cousin.” Melvina’s mouth dropped open.

But if she did, the latter could immediately end her. Suddenly, a face walked up to her. "Madam!" Margarita was Hilda's assistant. "Welcome back." Margarita added upon seeing Hilda. "Are you feeling any better? You look even prettier after being gone for a month." Margarita was Hilda's assistant personally chosen by Nathan from the Clemon Group to assist Hilda.