Brittany Miller Writer Novels & Stories

~~~~~ *Few Minutes before the Attack* Brittany walked into the restroom after the drink had stained her. She washed her hands and tried taking off the blouse. Fortunately, she was having another shirt beneath, which wasn’t stained. She needed that for the next mission, whereas the guy in haste had managed to make her first mission come to a halt. She wouldn’t be going out as a journalist, dressed in just some simple shirt with mini short, that’s impossible. She still needed her dress

“We're living in the present, right? So let's do it properly.” I lifted my glass of wine, indulging his silly idea. “Okay, fine. My name is Brittany and I’m a writer. Or at least, I used to be.” “And what does this writer want in a man?” he asked, leaning closer, lips curving in amusement. I smirked, hiding the ache in my chest as the easy banter flowed between us reminding me of the first time that we met. “Someone who doesn’t ask questions like that on a first date.”

I reply instantly to cover my smart-ass mouth. "Great idea! I would absolutely love to do that." Brittany puts her fingers in her hair. Her blonde locks fall everywhere. I'm tired of her and her damn perfection. I'm only friends with her because no other girl likes me enough. "Do you remember Stephanie Burnham? Well, she's back from living in Canada. Her dad got his old job back, and she's here to stay."

*** Meanwhile, Bennett Melvis had just received a report— Brittany was a citizen of Long Beach. Her mother’s name was Emerald Winter. Brittany lost her mother at the age of sixteen. Her mother was buried in a small cemetery in Long Beach. However, her name on the tombstone was Yvonne Wilmer! This was because Yvonne Wilmer changed her name when she ran away from Alaska with her daughter. However, it was the only thing that gave Yvonne away after she died. Back then, Yvonne was an espionage agent. She was very good at keeping her identity a secret. That was why she hadn’t been discovered after so many years.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

Brittany had only succeeded in pissing him off the most. "I'm sorry, Alex, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry," she begged, weeping, trying to get closer to Alex. "Are you fucking crazy, Brittany?" He hissed angrily, "What is the meaning of this madness?!' he snapped. Brittany sniffled and put her head down, but that wasn't to hide her tears, it was to hide the sky smirk that she had on her face. She was going to mess things up for both of them. All she had to do was get the press talking and make sure they tear Megan and Alex apart, she would never allow both of them to be together, never!

“I’ll tell you when we are out of here.” She nodded. I glanced at Laurent and Ryan and they were both tipsy on red wine. I was ready to call it a night, but the moment we stood to leave, Ryan addressed Brittney. “You’re the designer behind the winter concept, right?” She blinked, caught off guard. “Yes…. I helped with the visuals.” He smiled, “impressive work. You have a strong eye, I hope we get a chance to work closely.” I stepped in between them before she could respond. “She’s got a full plate already but thanks.”

she said, sounding like she believed me. I wished I believed myself. I avoided the news, afraid to see the interview in full, knowing the lies would only make me more furious. But I couldn’t stop thinking of Brittany’s twisted smile and crazed eyes. She had thought herself so clever, making a mockery of all the women who had suffered such a terrible, devastating loss for real. I had known her to be ambitious, and even cruel, but this was a whole new level. She was dangerous, totally apathetic, not caring about a single person but herself.

“I’m in.” --- As Brittany walked away from the group, her mind was already spinning with ideas. She had set her plan in motion, and now it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place. “Step one: take down Elie’s,” she thought, her smirk turning into a determined grin. “Step two: deal with Tiffany. And step three? Damien will finally be mine.” **To be continued…**

It was Brittany Montgomery. That woman was certain that Madeline was Brittany's murderer. What Madeline could not understand was why she was sobbing so much for Brittany?