Novels by effionguduak636

Astrid asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern, prompting Sir Galton to let out a sigh before he spoke. "Andrew has a place here that he doesn't want to admit."Astrid arrived home, her anger simmering just below the surface. She had been waiting for Andrew, eager to confront him about the secrets she had uncovered. When she heard the sound of his arrival, she wasn't surprised to see Mira fussing over him, helping him with his jacket and inquiring about his day, trying to give him a massage. But Astrid's expression remained icy, her emotions in turmoil.Andrew's face lit up when he saw Astrid, a warm smile spreading across his face. He was relieved that she had come out to welcome him, hoping that they could put their differences aside and move forward. But instead of a warm greeting, he was met with a loud slap, which sent Mira scurrying for cover."This is the end of this marriage," Astrid declared, her voice trembling with rage as she took off Andrew's ring. "I'm

Mrs. Thompson's eyes pleaded with Mr. Galton as she knelt before him, her voice trembling. "Mr. Galton, I'm begging you... please, for old times' sake, help Andrew forget his stubbornness. He really needs your help right now."Mr. Galton's expression remained stoic, but a hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes. He remembered the promise he made to Andrew's father on his deathbed – to protect and care for his family. The weight of that promise still lingered, and he couldn't bear the thought of Andrew losing everything his father had worked for.As he gazed at Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Galton's mind began to wander. He thought about the current state of the gang and the signs of betrayal that had been growing. Some members no longer followed his orders as they once had, and he knew that Andrew's leadership was necessary to maintain control.But Mr. Galton also knew that Andrew needed to assume his rightful position within the organization. With Sir Galton still alive, Andrew's place was prec

"Let's go and rest," Andrew said, hoping Astrid would agree. But instead, she shot him a glare."Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Astrid asked, her voice laced with anger. "You're asking me to go back with you after what happened in the parking lot? Do I even know you?"Astrid's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "I don't know the man I married. Is Andrew even your real name?"She pulled off her wedding ring and placed it on the table, pushing Andrew into a tight situation."Can we not do this?" Andrew asked, trying to placate her.But Astrid was having none of it. "How do you feel when you lie to me?" she asked, her voice cold. "Does it feel good? Does it make you feel happy?"Astrid's eyes flashed with anger. "Explain yourself, or else I'm gone."Andrew tried to calm her down, but Astrid was beyond reason. He pinned her to the bed, claiming her rosy lips. But Astrid protested, trying to push him away.Andrew refused to let her go, nibbling her ear. But Astrid's hands weren't willing t

Astrid's phone beeped with a message, breaking the silence. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the screen. The message was from George, and it read: "How is married life going?" with a smiling emoji.Astrid's anger flared up, her grip on the phone tightening. She felt a surge of emotions, unsure of what to do. But as she looked around, she realized that she was still outside the nightclub. The bouncers were still standing there, watching her.She decided to return home, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next. Even if she could sneak into the club, she risked getting lost or bullied by the thugs inside.As she drove back home, tears streamed down her face. She felt lost and alone, unsure of what to do.When she arrived home, she noticed that Mrs Thompson was there with Mira. Astrid wondered why she was there, but she didn't have the energy to ask.She wiped her tears and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She put on a smile and walked into the house, but Mrs Tho

Andrew's voice was calm and firm as he instructed John to take Astrid to the car. "Take her to the car," he said, unlinking their elbows. Astrid's eyes widened in confusion as John escorted her to the vehicle. She tried to process what was happening, but everything seemed to be unfolding too quickly. As John locked her inside the car, Astrid peered out the window, trying to make sense of the scene before her. Brian's voice was raised, his words dripping with malice. "So, you're the Andrew Thompson," Brian sneered. "You don't even look competent." Andrew's expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving Brian's face. He stood tall, his shoulders relaxed, as he waited for Brian to make his next move. The air was thick with tension as the two men faced off. Astrid's heart pounded in her chest as she watched, her mind racing with questions. What was going on? Why was Brian so angry? And what did Andrew have to do with it? As she watched, Brian's smile grew twisted. "What do

Andrew's lips brushed against Astrid's, his words still lingering in the air. "I don't mind, I just want to taste those lips of yours." Astrid didn't resist, weary of their fights and craving peace instead. It touched her heart that Andrew had gone to such great lengths to make her happy – abandoning work, cooking an adorable breakfast, and making her feel special."Let's go eat," Andrew said with a smile as he broke the kiss,helping Astrid down from the kitchen counter. She smiled as he led her to the dining room.Just as they began eating, Kimberly burst in, "Mr. Thompson! Mr. Thompson!" She froze, her eyes wide with shock, as she took in the scene: Mr. Thompson having breakfast with Astrid, both of them beaming.To Kimberly, time seemed to stand still. It was unthinkable – Mr. Thompson, having breakfast with Astrid? Impossible. He must be using her; it was the only explanation.The silence was broken by Mr. Thompson's question, "Is something wrong at the company?"Kimberly forced a