Annabella Stoermer Coleman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

This is what she deserved. Annalia continued her shooting pace all the way through the late afternoon. She started packing her bags even before Adam came to help. When Annalia looked over, she saw Harold Reyes laughing with Don while they were chatting. Just then, she was going to say goodbye. A member of AMA Entertainment, Harold Reyes holds the position of manager. Even though it is common knowledge that AMA and SS are players in the industry, Don continues to keep in touch with old colleagues and friends from this company, including Harold. Don and Harold couldn't help but flash her a loveliness smile the moment they laid eyes on her. They greet one another with a handshake and a warm gre

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

I heard Anna's voice and turned to look at her standing on the stage "If you don't already know, my name is Anna, I am one of the elders, but please call me Anna. Elder Anna makes me feel old" she said and all of us chuckled at her words, I saw Elder Alex looking at her with a warm loving smile on his face "As you all know, we have finally found our Queen, the rightful heir of the Silver Moon Coven Ruby Mia Storm, the only daughter of our former King and Queen" she added and I could a smile on everyone's faces

she whispered into my ear, lips brushing my skin. “Forensic account analyst,” I replied, casually sipping my drink. She blinked like I just spoke a foreign language. I smirked. Guess this is what Sienna was always talking about... And just like that, her name crept back into my head. Damn it. Why? Shake it off. Across from me, Cole was getting his lap full with a woman a good bit shorter than mine, maybe 5'6". Curvy in all the right ways. He was already rubbing her ass while she giggled, loving the attention. Jonathan? He had two on him. Of course.

He gestured towards the door as she gritted her teeth ignoring him. "What's she doing here?" She asked as before Azhan could say anything Meera spoke up. "I am also the partner of this advertisement campaign and she, Ana I mean Annabelle Swift is the model of this campaign." She said with a challenging smirk on her face as everybody in the room was looking at her. Glancing one last time at Azhan she exited the room. "Annabelle Swift..." She said to herself. "Her nickname is Ana." She suddenly remembered the tattoo on his chest as rage surged through her form thinking of Annabelle could be the reason for that tatt

Then slowly, almost unwillingly, she looked up at me. “What the hell?” The words slipped out of her mouth barely above a whisper. I pushed myself off the wardrobe and smiled faintly. “I was just as shocked as you were when I discovered the tape too.” She replayed a short part of it, as if trying to convince herself it was real, then handed the phone back to me. Her face was still pale, her eyes wide with disbelief. “So that means Ryan Cole…” she began slowly, shaking her head. “The Cole family… they’re not as perfect as they claim. And Anna doesn’t know about this.”

But someone shouted. “Ms. Cole! Are the rumors true? Did Daniel pay to bury your miscarriage?” “Is it true Luca fled the country under threats?” “Why now, Ariana? Why speak now?” Vanessa whispered beside me, “Don’t stop.” But I did. I turned. Took the sunglasses off. Stepped in front of the cameras. And said: “Record this.” They fell silent. Phones lifted. Mics extended. I took a deep breath. “My name is Ariana Cole. I am the woman you’ve heard a thousand versions of. The wife. The mistress. The strategist. The unstable one. The manipulative one. The survivor.”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”