Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

A rumor today would be tomorrow's banner. "Fiona Generys, the woman who domesticated the Billion heir or the woman who learned to manipulate him?" Marie could practically hear the wording already. She put her glass aside and turned towards the window once more. The city hummed beneath her neon, wet, agitated. It was alive, like the tempest within her veins. Then her phone rang for the third time. The name on the screen caused her to stop in her tracks: Madam Jamaica Billion. For a brief second, Marie’s throat went dry. She hadn’t spoken to the matriarch in over a year — not since the letter. Not since the funeral.

"She's rude, acts improper, and her personality isn't that nice either. When I was hospitalized, not only did she not empathize with me, she even started an argument with me! I was so enraged that I felt out of breath!" Appearing mad, Madam Hamilton responded, "Oh gosh! I heard she's also from a regular family. It must've been her luck and blessings from her past life that blessed her to be able to marry into the Valentine family, yet it seems she's acting so out of line and isn't even appreciative of it!" Madam Hamilton's reply had struck a chord within Yvette, and she could not stop nodding her head. "With such a daughter-in-law, you have to be strict! You must make her obey and listen to

Liam drawled, "Of course there is cooperation. In fact, the relationship between Ms. Hamilton and me is not as bad as you think." In the next second, his cold voice changed and said purposefully, "These days, Ms. Hamilton has been helping me out by designing a unique necklace for the woman I love." The crowd was shocked. "Oh my god! Ms. Hamilton is a magnanimous woman. It was she who was abandoned and divorced by Mr. Ackman!" "And then she left for three years! Now she's back and she can help Mr. Ackman design a necklace for his woman. Is she really willing to do it? Is she so generous? "

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

Or someone else said something that was taken out of context and now they are backtracking. “A spokesperson for Representative Miles Hamilton has announced today that Representative Hamilton’s fiancé Selena has decided to end their relationship…” I nearly drop the wine bottle.

Because Martha adopted me. Legally, irrevocably, with all the cold pomp and efficiency that fortune and the law allow. The papers are in the safe, signed by judges whose careers depend on donations from the Hammond Foundation. My birth name, the one that smelled of mud and blood, was legally erased, dissolved in the acid of legal procedures. I am Élianor Hammond. Her daughter. Her sole heiress. Before the law, before society, before the history of this city, I am of her blood. The blue blood of the Hammonds, tinged with the red of my own anger, has flowed in my veins and been sanctified by seals and parchments.

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

In the darkness, the man’s voice was like that of a demon from hell. Victoria smiled before she said, “Help me kill a gangster. He’s a nobody, but… if you kill him for me, I’ll do whatever you ask of me after that.” “What can you do? You’re a lady from a fallen family… You’re good for nothing,” James mocked her coldly. “I’m useless, but if you help me, I’ll be able to help you one way or another.” “I’ve discovered something very interesting. Cosmo Hamilton’s younger sister, Naomi Hamilton died in a heart transplant surgery half a year ago. So, tell me… who’s the current Naomi Hamilton?”

“This conversation is leading to something nonsensical, Mrs. Hamilton. I am not interested in remarrying your son. I’d be ruining my life for the second time if I did that.” “What?” I shook my head. “I no longer have feelings for your son, Mrs. Hamilton. You misunderstood everything.” “No! You have to remarry my son, Brianna. I don’t want him to marry that low-class bitch—” “Find another woman, then. I won’t agree with you, Mrs. Hamilton. No one’s gonna remarry, so if you’ll excuse me… I have so many things to do.” She glared at me as she pulled herself up. “You’ll regret this, Brianna.”