After Dating Julian Vance For 6 Years Novels & Stories

The kiss lasted only three seconds, but that was enough to ignite the whole room. "Ms. Jones, what does Mr. Grant even see in her?" Winnie continued, unable to stop ranting. "She's got no skills or connections at all. Making her the vice president is an absolute joke! "I'm seriously worried about the company's future." While I comforted her, I recalled how Julian had always been measured in everything aside from his defiant side when he swore to marry no one but me. We'd been together for ten years. I thought time had made him more rational, but Zoey's attitude made it clear to me that I was no longer the one who could stir anything in him.

He didn’t, but he was one of the few people who could walk into my space uninvited and live to tell the story. I looked up at him, studied the smirk on his face, and knew before he even said a word that he had something to say I wouldn’t like. “By the way you look,” I said dryly, “I’m guessing you’ve got the results.” Zane leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, always relaxed, always amused. “Six years, man. You’ve been searching for six damn years.” “And?” “And maybe it’s time to stop. Let her go, Julian. You’re getting married. The Kensington girl.”

*Julian's PoV* I have proposed to Elena Vance three times in my head. First time when I was thirteen and she dropped the red ribbon in the library. I picked it up and thought, if I keep this, I can marry her someday. Obviously I didn't say it out loud. I was thirteen.

But his eyes deep, dark, and intensely focused were wide with an overwhelming shock of recognition. Caelith's hand flew instinctively back to her scarf, even though the mark on her neck had almost completely faded she still chose to wear one.. "Do I know you?" The guy took a slow, cautious step forward, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. "It really is you. Your face hasn't changed at all." He stopped, leaving a respectful distance, his hands shaking slightly as he gestured between them. "I'm Julian. Julian Vance. We... We were at the regional care facility together. Before the adoptions. Before you turned four. I did meet you a few more times after the adoption. Once when you were 6 and a

"I stayed with her until they cut her out. The paramedics took over. The police took statements. I went to hospital, was discharged the following morning." He looked at the envelope. "Eighteen months later," he said, "Julian Vance appeared in my professional world. His new wife was a woman named Evelyn Marsh. I saw a photograph." He stopped. "I did not connect them immediately. It took — time. A longer look. And then I understood, and once I understood I could not un-understand it." He met my gaze. "The woman on the motorway was you. The Elliot you needed to get back to was your father. And the man who had married you, sixteen months after that night, was the man who had spent five years mak

"I'm listening. Explain." ​Julian let out a quiet, self-deprecating laugh. "I knew you were going to demand a full account." ​"Obviously," I smirked. "You ghosted me in person, Julian. At the office." ​He rubbed the back of his neck, a rare crack in his usual impenetrable armor. "Ever since my divorce, I haven't really dated anyone. The truth is... Maya's mother and I have had this toxic, on-and-off routine for years. Even after the divorce, we’d occasionally fall back into old habits, hook up, and then fall apart again. I couldn't deny there were lingering feelings. So when our date happened... when I realized I was genuinely stepping into something real with you for the first time... I pan

Julian pulled it out, seeing the name Cassandra Vance-Clair, another wealthy, middle-aged widow from his private European roster who had been funding his luxury lifestyle for months. He answered the line, his voice dropping into a deep, velvet-smooth purr. "Eleanor, my love... I was just thinking about you." "Julian," the woman’s breathless voice echoed through the receiver. "You've been in New York for weeks. I miss you. When are you coming back to Paris?" "Soon, darling," Julian lied effortlessly, pacing near the guest bedroom doorway. "But business in the city is tight. If you want me to fly back to your arms sooner... I might need a small reward to settle my travel accounts. Say, fifty t

"And?" "Damian just leaked a blind item to the national media," Mark said, pulling out a tablet. "The headlines are already blowing up. They are claiming that Julian Vance’s new bride was already three months pregnant on her wedding day—but that Julian Vance was out of the country on a European trade mission exactly twelve weeks ago." My blood ran completely cold. The room seemed to lose all its air.

"And you are?" "Julian Vance," he said proudly, extending his hand. "CEO of Vance Shipping and Logistics. Welcome to my estate." I looked at his extended hand for three long seconds before finally offering him just the tips of my fingers. "Baroness Veronica Winthrop Vance. A strange coincidence of names, Mr. Vance." Julian laughed softly, clearly charmed by my coldness. Arrogant men always love a challenge. "A very pleasant coincidence, Baroness. I heard rumors that a major Swiss tech investor had arrived in the city, but I didn't expect someone so... captivating."

Elena's POV The name the journalist said was Georgina Vance. I sat down slowly on the couch because my legs made the decision before my brain did. "I need you to say that again," I said. "Georgina Vance," Sandra Okafor repeated. "She and Daniel St. James were in a relationship for approximately eight months during his junior and senior year of college. She was aware of the addiction from very early on. She was also aware of Damien's involvement in supplying the initial connection. And she chose not to disclose that to anyone, including Daniel's family, when Daniel died."