After Dating Julian Vance For 6 Years Novels & Stories

"Just tell me, Maya. Is it about my family?" "No," Maya answered, walking across the room. She held the phone out, turning the bright glass screen toward my face. "It's about Julian." Across the top of the screen, black letters stood out against a white banner: VANCE GLOBAL CEO JULIAN VANCE ENGAGED TO LONGTIME PARTNER CHLOE BENNETT.

" I paused in my breathing. Now, the room was really quite tight. Julie didn't know. She knew absolutely nothing about Julian Vance, being the irresistible guy, I had a one night stand with at the bar we both went to. "I... I wouldn't get your hopes up, Julie.. I mumbled. "He's buried in that massive corporate merger with Hollie. Besides, he's rich, arrogant, and probably a player. He’s not the type to stick around." Julie didn't look very enthusiastic, but she shook her head in a shrug. “A girl can dream. Let's go down and have breakfast, I need a cup of coffee.”

" When I first saw her intimate photo collection, I had felt envy. My husband of five years would not take a single photo of me, but he was willing to break every boundary for her. But I soon discovered that once I no longer cared about Julian, I no longer cared about any photos either. I was even a little grateful that I had discovered his ugliness early. I took a deep breath. "Then you got what you wanted. "I'll sue Julian for divorce and give you the position of Mrs. Vance." Shock flashed in Vivian's eyes, followed by unconcealable delight.

Maya agreed gently. ​Julian reached out, taking her crystal glass and setting it on the edge of her glass executive desk before stepping directly into her space. His broad hands settled over her waist, pulling her back flush against his broad chest. The heat radiating through his charcoal vest was instantly comforting, an immovable pillar of strength that anchored her whole world. ​"You've been standing at that window for an hour, Mrs. Vance," Julian murmured against her ear, his lips pressing a warm, lingering kiss against the sensitive curve of her neck. "Are you assessing your new kingdom?"

"The divorce is not final! But Julian is acting like a fool! He ignored her for three years, treated her like a boring ghost in the house, and now that she is standing next to Marcus Hayes, he cannot think of anything else!" Vanessa took a slow sip of wine and looked at me. "Honestly, Clara... if Julian is still this obsessed with Nora, maybe you should look for other options. You have been acting like the sweet innocent best friend for three years. If he has not put a ring on your finger by now, especially after Nora walked out, maybe he never will."

I was twenty-three years old, feeling on top of the world, and unfortunately, madly in love with Julian Vance. At that time, Julian and I had been dating for eight months. He was brilliant, guarded, and intense, a man who carried a quiet burden of sorrow beneath his polished corporate exterior. I was aware he had been deeply hurt in the past; he had mentioned a woman named Chloe once or twice, a college sweetheart who had packed her bags and moved to Paris to pursue her own ambitions, leaving Julian heartbroken and bitter. But I foolishly thought that my warm embrace could thaw his coldness and be a replacement for his loss. I believed that my love could fill the empty spaces in his heart.

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

Lucas Morandi and I ran the biggest arms-smuggling network in Sicily. During one deal, we rescued a kidnapped barista named Chloe Bennett. That naive girl fell hopelessly in love with Lucas. She'd wait outside our villa with Italian pastries she'd baked herself. She'd hang around outside the office with coffee she'd made just for him. Lucas always knocked the pastries and coffee into the mud, disgust written all over his face. "Enough with these cheap little gifts. This pathetic domestic fantasy makes me sick." Then, during a bloody raid by a rival family, Chloe's scream gave away our position. I took a sniper's bullet for Lucas and ended up in a deep coma. Lucas hated her for it. He chained

Three days before my engagement party, my dad, Mike Kemp, makes a pot of wild mushroom stew at home. He says the wild mushrooms from Westhaven are the freshest, so it makes the perfect meal to welcome Vance Topp back home. Vance has just secured another round of funding. Everyone praises me for having such good judgment and betting on a promising young entrepreneur. But without my money, how could a broke man like him have gotten this far? I paid for his first lab with the money I got from selling the painting my mom, Peggy Roth, left for me. I also put my trust fund up as collateral to secure his first round of funding. On top of that, the company's most valuable anti-allergy formula

At the top of the display, the date was clearly stamped: Saturday, June 12. The year was five years ago. Five years ago, my mind screamed. This isn't hell. This is the past. Today was June twelfth. The exact date I married Julian Vance. The day I walked down the aisle and handed my entire life over to the man who would murder our unborn child and me. "Evelyn, are you even listening to me?" Chloe’s sharp voice pulled me back. "Julian is losing his mind. Here, talk to him. He’s taking the phone."