After Dating Julian Vance For 6 Years Novels & Stories

Staring back at him from the high-resolution profile photo was a familiar, handsome face. Julian Vance. Julian was Kasen's charismatic former best friend and fiercest business rival. Years ago, Julian had tried to steal Kasen's early algorithms, starting a bitter, silent blood feud between them. When Kasen married Maeva three years ago, the ultimate public humiliation had been banning Julian from the ceremony. Julian had vowed to ruin him in return. And now, Julian was the top-rated suitor standing first in line to marry his ex-wife.

POV: Hazel The man on the screen turned slightly toward the camera, and my whole body went cold with recognition, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of the small security office. "Vance Whitfield," Julian said, his voice barely above a whisper, the name landing like a stone dropped into still water, rippling outward until it touched every one of us. "He sits on my board. He has sat across from me in meetings for six years. He was at my father's funeral."

A giant cake sat on top of the table alongside a spread of Natalie's and my favorite dishes. Ivy picked Natalie up and brought her onto the stage. Then, she picked up the mic and glanced at everyone in the crowd before her eyes eventually landed on me. In a tender voice, she announced, "Today is my daughter's fifth birthday, and the sixth anniversary of my marriage to my husband, Damian Quinton." She continued, "Throughout the last six years, my life has had its ups and downs. But thankfully, I've always had Damian and our baby girl by my side.

"I didn't think Alexander Vance would let his shiny new trophy out of his sight for even five minutes." "Where is my father, Julian?" I demanded instantly, stopping twenty feet away from him. I kept my posture perfectly straight, my hands resting calmly in the deep pockets of my trench coat. Julian threw his head back and laughed a harsh, manic sound that bounced violently off the steel rafters above us. "Always straight to business! You never change, do you, Evelyn? For three long years I played the dutiful, loving fiancé, waiting for you to look at me with half the passion you reserve for your precious architectural blueprints! And the second things go sideways, you run straight into the a

Vance sighed. “Julian went on a three-year-long trip?” Elara noted inwardly. “That's rough, sorry about that,” Elara said, holding his hand. She felt him stiffen slightly at the unexpected touch. Vance lowered his gaze to her hand, and his brows furrowed when he noticed the prominent diamond ring sitting boldly on her ring finger. Before he could process it further, Elara released his hand and stood up. “You're here,” she smiled, looking at someone standing behind him.

She rushed to her with overwhelming enthusiasm, grabbing Mia by the elbow and dragging her into a secluded alcove near the copy machines. "What did he say?" Lucy burst out, her voice a frantic, stage-whisper. She scanned Mia’s pale face, her eyes wide. "Did he fall in love with you? Tell me he fell in love with you!" Mia leaned her back against the cool drywall of the alcove, closing her eyes for a brief second to steady her spinning world. So far, Lucy was the only one who knew. She was the single soul Mia had trusted with the terrifying, scandalous truth: that the man Mia had shared a passionate, chaotic one-night stand with just hours prior—the man she thought was just a devastatingly han

“Amelia Hart. I was wondering when I’d finally get you alone.” I looked up. The man standing there was almost offensively handsome. Blond hair, and a smile that looked like it had been practiced in a mirror. His suite was ridiculously expensive. Damon’s hand, which had been resting on the table, went completely still. I’m sorry, I said, polite but guarded. Do we know each other? Not yet, the man said, extending his hand. Julian Vance. I shook his and. I knew the name. Julian Vance was a billionaire venture capitalist who bought companies for breakfast. He was known for being ruthless, charming, and entirely relentless.

It gave me space to breathe, space to observe, and space to recalculate my next move on the corporate ledger. "You look far too ruthless to be admiring watercolor landscapes, Miss Vance-to-be," a smooth, cultured voice observed from my right. I turned my head slowly to find Julian Vance-Cross standing beside me. Julian was thirty-two, heir to a formidable European venture capital firm, impossibly handsome, and exceptionally aware of it. He held a glass of Dom Pérignon in one hand, his sharp blue eyes sweeping over my midnight-blue gown with slow, unabashed appreciation. "It’s an abstract oil painting, Mr. Cross," I replied smoothly, keeping my tone polite, cool, and distant. "And I was calcu

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers digging into the fine wool of his jacket, kissing him back with everything I had left. "You were magnificent out there," Julian growled against my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, making a soft moan escape my throat. "Telling three hundred reporters that you didn't need a prenuptial." "I don't," I panted, my eyes locking onto his stormy gaze. "Because if you ever cross me, Julian Vance... I won't sue you. I'll take your empire apart brick by brick." Julian let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated straight through my chest. He leaned down, his hot mouth sliding down my neck, finding the sweet spot right above my collarbone, his hands grippin

Julian pulled out my chair, waited until I sat, and then took the seat beside me, close enough that his shoulder touched mine in the way we had practiced. "Mr. Sterling," Julian said, with his calm, polite smile, "you met Valerie in the elevator, so let me introduce myself properly. Julian Vance, chief financial officer." He let a small pause go by. "And Valerie's fiancé." Damien's eyes went straight to my left hand, to the small bright diamond Julian had bought three years ago and kept in a drawer until the day we needed the lie. "Fiancé," Damien said. "And the same last name."