After Dating Julian Vance For 6 Years Novels & Stories

After working at the Voss Corporation for so many years, he had developed a calm demeanor. "How did Vanessa get like this?" Julian met his gaze, "How absurd. Since when is it your place, a lowly assistant, to question me? Is this the etiquette Uncle Voss taught you?" "I'm asking Little Mr. Frost as Vanessa's fiancé." "Fiancé?" Vanessa had been entangled with Julian for so many years, using every trick in the book to pursue him. Despite that, he never attached the word "fiancé" to her. But this Perry was acting like he was somebody.

The donors, the executives, and the photographers. All she could see were the two little lines. "No…" she whispered. But her voice sounded uncertain. Distant. Because she already knew. Her absent periods. The nausea. The lightheadedness. All the exhaustion she had blamed on work. And him. Julian Carter Vance. Dani clenched her eyes tightly shut. Two months. Only two months ago, one careless night changed everything. Only two months ago, she woke up in Julian’s office, lying tangled in his expensive black sheets while sunlight crept into the room from beyond his towering figure by the window.

kill myself. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to force the images out of my mind. But bitter thoughts are stubborn creatures. They keep turning into newer, more vivid shades of agony. My fingers tremble as I scroll down an article in GQ. It states that Vivian Vance was attending the Berry & Singer Corporation's annual fundraiser tonight. It goes on to note that ever since Julian Hayes's sudden divorce from his ex-wife, Trinity Vance, the two have been frequently spotted together at public functions—with the exception of tonight's gala.

Evelyn said, her throat feeling suddenly dry, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I spent three weeks looking for you," Julian said, ignoring her interruption, his tone carrying a heavy, buried weight that made her eyes burn. "I went to your apartment in Chicago. The lease was terminated. Your phone line was disconnected. The hospital system had no record of your sister's transfer because Harrison had scrubbed the municipal server." He took a step closer, his broad chest blocking out the cold mountain wind. "I hated you for five years, Evelyn," he whispered, his thumb moving down to trace the edge of her jawline. "I thought you took the money and left because you realiz

My hands stayed buried in my coat—one resting against the phone with Ryan's ultimatum, the other balled into a tight fist. Ryan was threatening to tear everything down from the outside by six o'clock, but looking at Damien's closed, unreadable face, another weight settled in my chest. Who exactly was Julian Vance... and how did he know parts of my husband's life that Damien had never shared with me? Well, I guess that’s one of the downsides of being a contract wife. You’re married to a man whose life you barely know.

Her words made Julian frown. Five years earlier, Vanessa had told the family she was dating Adrian. Julian had been twenty-three. He'd said nothing and exchanged the watch he'd bought for her birthday for a necklace. At nineteen, she'd announced that she would marry Adrian. The next day, Julian had left the country. He'd been away for three years. On the day he returned, he'd learned Adrian had left her waiting at the registry. He'd called her before he could talk himself out of it.

“I move for an immediate vote to disqualify Caelum Vance and appoint the alternate candidate — Julian Reeve — as interim‑CEO.” My heart raced. Caelum gripped my hand beneath the table, warm and steady; his eyes flicked briefly to my lips, a quiet pull there before he pulled back, holding fast to our promise to build closeness slowly instead of rushing into a moment we weren’t yet ready for.

Julian was clearly trying to position himself as the reasonable man in the room, the one who could calm down a powerful Alpha and protect his in-laws from his anger. Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong audience. Darian's arm slipped around my waist and turned to face Julian. The corner of his mouth lifted—not quite a smile. He was extremely tall. Standing beside him, Julian suddenly looked like a boy who had wandered into an adult's meeting. Darian looked down at him. “Who the hell are you?” Julian stiffened like he hadn't expected Darian to talk to him. “I’m Julian Vance. Evelyn’s husband.” "And?”

"What secret? My past is secure. I own the narrative of my life." "Vance was searching for a pregnancy cover-up linked to the Thorne Gala five years ago, Julian," I stated, knowing this was the moment to give him the terrifying half-truth. "He was trying to expose the woman you were searching for—the woman who left you with a massive secret." Julian's face went white. The granite cracked, revealing a fissure of genuine fear. He remembered the fling. He remembered the desperate, fruitless search for the woman who vanished.

"These cookies are soo good!" "I know, right!" Vanessa exclaimed. "I can't have more than two because of my diet, sadly," Vanessa said and pouted. Leslie chuckled. "So, how long have you and Alexander been dating?" "Hmm, roughly five years, I think." "Oh wow, that's awesome. You must really love each other." "We do! Speaking of relationships”, Vanessa said as she placed her hands on top of Leslie's reassuringly, “Julian’s been so busy lately, hasn’t he? It must be hard for you both.”