Novel & Cerita Alisha Boe Georgina Campbell

So tonight, she would choose survival. Alisa raised her hands and, one by one, began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers were steady. Not seductive but controlled. Graceful. She wasn’t doing this for Leo. She wasn’t doing this to seduce anyone. This was war—quiet, bare-skinned war. The blouse slid off her shoulders and pooled on the floor. She reached for the zipper of her trousers and let them fall too, standing there in her underwear, spine tall and chin lifted.

"Great! let's get a move on and make sure you have your phone on you and it's charged you never know when we might nee d to call the cops or for help." I checked mine as well and was pleased to see it at full charge and surprisingly great reception out here. While following Alison all the way to where we believed he could set up his base I noticed how she seemed to glow in the sun and her hips swayed slightly enough to where no one would really notice like how most girls tried to bring attention to themselves, she didn’t need to do that and everything about her calmed my nerves as we were walking towards our potential death trap. 2:00pm

•SASHA• “Mom, Alisha is back. I just saw in a post that she’s Camilla Ross, as in the daughter of Don Ross. Can you believe it?” “What?” Olivia gasped as I hid behind the enormous vase and peeked at them talking in the living room. Nevada showed her something on her cell phone, and she gasped.

Her expression shifted in an instant…her jaw dropped, and she let out a sharp gasp. "Is this...?" Her voice trailed off before she leaned in, almost as if whispering to herself. "No way. This is Richard Garrison. The Richard Garrison?" Yes…every common girl or ladies will want to be in position to bring down almighty Richard Garrison down because it will be an honor. I smiled thinly, nodding. "The one and only. And guess what? He’s our target." Alisha’s eyebrows shot up as she sat back, staring at me with disbelief. "Richard Garrison? The billionaire entrepreneur, media darling, and everybody’s golden boy? You want me to go after him?"

Taking advantage of the moment, Alisha stood up from the bed . Enraged, Alice gritted his teeth and growled, "Did I tell you to stand up, Angel?" "You're not my teacher, who gives me permission to leave his class or stand up like that. I'm not in school anymore; I'm in college, sir," Alisha retorted, Alice sighed and corrected her, "I'm not a sir. My name is Alice, and I'm 25 years old." "Oh! Similar names, Alisha and Alice. And you're a big Alice at 25." Alice acknowledged the age difference but thought, "Let it be. Who said I wanted her?"Surprised, Alisha exclaimed,

"You did the right thing. Georgina shouldn't be anxious or afraid during this stage of her pregnancy." Harry nodded. "Understood." I dropped my gaze back to the crumpled photo. Danica's eyes seemed to mock us even through the print. She was supposed to be gone. Vanished or dead for all anyone cared. But somehow, she had found her way back. My jaw tightened. "Track Alisa's movements closely today. Georgina texted me and she allowed her to go out but she will have Ver with her. Keep Ver in the loop and discreetly. I want every location Alisa visits and every person she meets today."

The opening of the door pulled Aliyah out her thoughts, her hands and heart shook in fear as standing before her was her ex' mother and elder sister to her soon to be husband, Georgina Alward. Georgina Alward… a beauty that seems ageless, a business female tycoon, she was equally feared just as her brother Romero. “I hear you don't have anyone to walk you down the aisle.” Aliyah swallowed, noticing the coldness in Georgina’s tone … no one needed to tell Aliyah that her soon to be older sister-in-law doesn't fancy her. “Yes ma.” Aliyah replied seeing that the older woman was waiting for a reply. Taking her beautiful clutch to the other hand, Aliyah marveled at the beauty of the clutch, she co

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

Val, Diana, Nathan, Sophie, Alisha, and the twins. I let myself sit with that for a second. Alisha was going back to Blue Moon. Back to her room there, back to the territory that had kept her safe when mine couldn't, back to Diana and Lydia and the life she'd built during the months away. One more chapter of that life before the permanent one started. I knew it was right. But didn't make the knowing feel lighter.