Alisha Boe Georgina Campbell Novels & Stories

Alisha yelled. "Sh..she's pregnant"

"Bonnie..." Before Chloe could finish, a tall dark girl walked over to us. She looked like she was searching for someone, before our eyes met. I let my gaze sweep her body, the feline way in which she strided over, her body posture... She would make a good model, if she was not already one. "My name is Alia. I am looking for Miss Bonnie Trevino?" My brows creased. What now? "I was asked to model for you." Chloe and I glanced at each other. "For me? By who?"

Alisa responded briefly with a somewhat complicated expression. She had been an orphan since she was a child. She didn't know who her parents were and didn't want to know either, because she could guess that she had been abandoned. She grew up in the training campsite of the Andrew family. The Toland family selected her when she was still young. She was one of the few of George's female employees.

one of them shouted, coming closer to where I was. "Hahaha, I have many routes to escape from. You should worry about yourself. Luciana is not doing anything and she is not going to do anything. Give up and spill the truth. "We do not know what truth you are talking about. You are just trying to blackmail us." "Blackmail you? Did I not tell you the last time that I knew everything? Why do I even know? That is because I am Ashley, the luna you all conspired to kill." There was a pale look of fear and distress on their faces.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR Caught, Red-handed “What!” Alisha exclaimed and turn to Nora, she glared at her from head to toe, like her gaze would throw her off, “I knew something was off from the start, because I have seen it that she is carrying the real heir. I knew she was lying from the start, she is a liar.” “What is happening?” Ashier asked for explanation, he had been so lost since and now the same thing was happening as they weren’t telling him what was going on this time.

Alistair knelt on the floor and started cleaning up the vomit. Suddenly, a young woman's voice cut through the noise. "Well, if it isn't the star student and campus heartthrob from our old high school. Back then, if someone borrowed his pen, he'd wipe it down with an alcohol wipe for ages. Now, he's on his knees scrubbing puke. Looks like he doesn't even think it's gross at all." Alistair recognized her as Vera Campbell, a former classmate who had once confessed her feelings to him. After he turned her down, she had graciously said they could still be friends.

“Lisa, I was just about to call you. I think I might—” “Wait,” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “Check your texts. I’m sending you something. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped at her tone. “What is it?” “Just look,” she said. “I’m sorry, Aaliyah.” I opened her text, a link to a gossip site. The headline screamed: Billionaire Orrin Hayes Spotted with Actress Lila Voss at Le Bernardin. My heart stopped. I clicked, and there he was—Orrin, stepping out of the restaurant, hand in hand with a stunning ginger, her smile dazzling under the paparazzi’s flash.

Alisa’s eyes flicked between us, her lips pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched at her sides. Caroline didn’t let her leave without a parting shot. “What’s wrong, queeny?” she called after her, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Ohhh… your envoy isn’t here to carry your loser ass?” Alisa’s face flushed, her nostrils flaring, but she didn’t say anything. Just spun on her heel and stormed off, her boots clicking sharply against the stone. Caroline smirked, watching her go. “That’s it,” she called after her. “Run!”