Caroline Shaw Novels & Stories

Then her gaze shifted, her dark eyebrows lifting slightly when she noticed the massive, dark-suited shape of August Belcourt looming right behind me. Wonderful. This won't cause speculation at all. “Miss Brooks?” she asked. “Caroline Shaw, City Arts & Society. Thank you for speaking with me.” “I have about five minutes, Caroline.” August came to a halt several feet away, taking up space near one of the grand velvet pillars. I glanced back at him. He folded his broad arms across his chest, his dark eyes locked on the reporter. Apparently, adult supervision came with a mandatory audience. Caroline switched on her recorder. “Congratulations. I understand this wee

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Was this one of the tragedies that Elsa envisaged? "I didn't do it, Lucian, please," Scarlett said, weeping while I washed her body. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. This was the first time I would see her truly cry. I held her under the shower. Maxwell and Clay came to hold her too. We tried to console her even though our hearts were heavy too. I could feel her pain, and I was scared of what would happen next.

“This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.” “Nice to meet you.” I shook the other woman’s perfectly manicured hand, and held back the questions that were forming in my mind. Jake had never mentioned that he had a charity, but his fiancée would certainly know all about it. Well, a real fiancée would at any rate. I was clueless. “Nice to meet you too.” Caroline smiled warmly. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day when Jake would settle down. He is always preferred life in the fast lane.” She shot Jake a teasing look. “I guess you are merging into the carpool lane, huh?”

I felt a sudden, cold sense of exposure, like a shield had been stripped away. "It is so lovely to finally meet you," Caroline gushed, pulling back just enough to beam at me. "I have been itching to see who finally caught Jaydon. I had to fly all the way from California just to see this with my own eyes." She talked at a thousand miles an hour, her voice light but ringing with enough energy to fill the massive room. She reminded me of my mother—the kind of woman who was quiet for five minutes before becoming an unstoppable force of nature.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

The Hall of Faith Caroline, dressed in a beautiful blue dress that glittered like gold, stood at the entrance and walked towards us as soon as she saw us walk into the hall. "Son," she shouted and rushed to hug Dominic. "I'm so glad you could make it." Caroline Maximus, A powerful woman who controlled the best ballet school in Mecianda. The woman hated me just like the rest of the family and wanted to get rid of me years back before Dominic and I got married.

"And who is that girl that Carlos is necking over there?" "Her name is Jessica," Stefano replied. "I don't give a fuck in high hell what her name is. Who is she and why does she look about sixteen?" Leo asked. "Because she is sixteen... and we know her from school," Marco explained. "Carlos hooks up with her all the time-" "Don't need to know about my little brother's sex life thanks, Marco," Leo interjected. "Just get back to the house before midnight for Lenny's first shift. Oh and preferably not completely stoned, understand?"

Nothing more. Until movement caught my eye. I lifted my gaze, my throat tightening when the screen sharpened into chaos. A front yard. Cameras flashing like fireworks. Police cars lined across a manicured lawn. And at the center.... Caroline Sinclair. Her wrists cuffed, her immaculate hair disheveled, her face twisted not with shame but with fury. Two officers flanked her, steering her down the steps of her mansion while reporters shouted, microphones thrust like spears. The chyron screamed across the bottom:

My fingers trembled slightly, but I forced myself to type in my password, trying not to rush, even though every instinct screamed at me to hurry. My inbox opened. There it was. ‘Report on Caroline Dalton’ CONFIDENTIAL My heart slammed against my ribs. I clicked. Page after page filled my screen, her address, work details, schedule estimates, photographs taken discreetly from a distance. The first picture stopped me cold. It was Carrie walking into a sleek glass building, her hair tied up, her expression calm and focused. She looked… beautiful. Mature. Strong. She looked like a woman who had survived hell and built her own heaven.