Novels by Jolly Juliet

Madeline stood in front of the mirror longer than she needed to.Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly, falling just above her knees with a slit that climbed higher than anything she had worn in years. The heels Chanel insisted she wear made her feel taller, sharper—almost like a different version of herself, but that was okay…it was exactly what she wanted, she didn't even feel like herself .Still, her fingers trembled as she adjusted the thin strap on her shoulder.“What if this is a terrible idea?” she muttered to herself, staring at her reflection.Behind her, Chanel flopped dramatically onto the bed.“Oh, it’s absolutely a terrible idea,” she said cheerfully, giggling like a child. “But it’s the kind of terrible idea that ruins men like Max Richard. So I fully support it.”Madeline sighed.As much as she didn't want to feel that way, hearing his name still made something heavy twist in her chest.Max had been her husband. Her safe place. The man she thought she would grow

Two Months LaterMadeline sat in her apartment, scrolling through her phone with tired eyes. The weeks after Colin’s insane “fake engagement” proposal had been a blur. She had thrown herself into work, into long nights with Chanel, into anything that would distract her from Max… and from Colin’s words that wouldn’t leave her head.Then she saw it.A post. Melissa. Smiling. Glowing. Her hand resting on her belly.The caption read: “Blessed with our little miracle. Can’t wait to meet you.”Her blood boiled in valid anger. Her vision nearly blacked out.“No… no, no, no…” She muttered. ‘Wait… why should I care… just like Channie said. Don't give a fuck… don't give a fuck.’As much as her mind tried to encourage her. She couldn't shake the feeling. Melissa. Pregnant. With Max’s child.The child she had lost.– – –Some time had passed by since the news broke to her, and suddenly, the doorbell rang.“Open up, Maddie! I brought wine!” Chanel’s voice chirped from outside.Madeline dragged her

“...Colin? Colin Denver?!” Madeline called out, putting the pieces together.“So you do remember me.” Colin smiled.“What the hell— why —why am I here?!” Madeline freaked out. ‘Don't tell me I–’“Relax.” Colin shut off her thoughts. “You were drunk. I made sure you got home safe.”“Home?” Madeline scoffed. “This is certainly not my home! Oh my God… This is… this is your place?! Oh my God. Oh my God! Did we… Where's Channie? What did–”“My place. Yes. Safe. Better than the street, isn’t it?” Colin cut in.Madeline pushed off the silky blanket. She realised she was not on her clothes. The perfume scent of the robe that clothed her caught her attention. She realised she was basically naked and covered up herself. “Why am I in your shirt? Where are my clothes?!” “Wouldn't you like to know.” Collins smirked. “You were all over me. You wanted all of me last night. You gave yourself away. You were so magnificent yesterday, so hot. Still are.”“You motherfuck–”Collins started laughing. “Chi

MADELINE'S POVIt was finally done. It was finally over. Our two signatures registered on the divorce papers, and just like that a six year long marriage had come to an end.My lawyer insisted I take fifty percent of his wealth as per custom, but I didn't want to have any piece of him left in my possession. My dignity as a woman did not permit such a decision to be held.Max Collins Booker was now a stranger to me; the man I loved with all of me; the man whom I thought out of his love for me decided to make a baby together. I guess he was just hungry for sex.Sitting across the table from me, I could see it in his eyes. He didn't feel in the tiniest bit sad. He had no remourse. It almost seemed that he was eager to get it over with. What a despicable human being.My mind had been set. It was time to move on. – – –A month had gone by after the long and messy divorce procedures, and life in that of Madeline Carrillo was that of self reflection and recuperation. Madeline had moved back

Melissa sprung off Max almost instantly, nearly tripping in the process. She wore her robe completely, tying the knot to avoid any more leakage of her nudity. Instinctive fear had never struck the heart of Max like it did at that moment. He didn't know what to do. He turned away, not wanting to clash gazes with the fiery eyes of his wife.He wore his robe completely as well, and stood up slowly, his body trembling.Madeline’s face was still registered in disbelief. She didn’t know what to say or do. Her body dripped in water, and her eyes turned red in rage and despair.Max finally found the courage to look her in the eye, his face reflecting guilt. He spoke in a cool, almost seducing innocent voice. “Madeline, I–”“Don't…” Madeline interrupted, her voice deep and firm.“Madeline, it's not what you think.”Her eyes twitched. “It's not what I think?”“It's not what it looks like.” Max tried to play on his words.“It's not what it looks like?!” Her voice leaped in enunciation, cracking

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Booker."A voice rang into the ears of the patient. Her eyes were shut, darkness clouding her perspective. She recognised the voice. It was the doctor.She had just regained consciousness and she experienced horrendous body pains. But nothing would hurt her more than the words she was about to hear.“No…” She stopped the doctor from speaking any further. It almost seemed as if her voice cracked. She riled herself up, desperately trying to ignore the pain. “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it!”She grabbed hold of the doctor's apron, gripping it as if she was looking for a fight. “Tell me she’s alright, Doc. Tell me she's fine! Tell me she's —”“I'm sorry, Madeline.” The doctor held her hand with his hands. There was nothing but sorrow in his eyes. He couldn't even look at her. His voice cracked. “I'm sorry, Madeline. We couldn't save her.”His words pierced through her soul like a dagger to the heart. Her world faded out, like she had lost everyth