Caroline Forbes Novels & Stories

sighed. Someone behind her poke her, and she turned and saw a man in his late twenties with blond hair and brown eyes smiling at her. Then he said, "Can we get to know you, miss?" He said it and then stretched out his hand to shake his hand nervously. He added, "My name is Carlos Smith, a businessman." And I'm Veronica. "do you dance?" She wondered to herself “Shall I dance?” She looked hesitant so he pulled her to the dance floor and surrounded her with his smile still on him and then he started dancing and she danced with him, her eyes wandering looking for Kristen

The lady stepped forward with a huge smile. "Hi," she greeted, stepping right in for a hug. "Oh my, I couldn't wait to meet you. And it's Carlie Forbes-Khumalo," she corrected, turning to Mr Preston for a millisecond before wiggling her ring to indicate she's married. "I've heard so much about you, girl. You are—" she stopped when Darren came in behind us. "You are a literary inspiration."

Mayor~ Eight years ago… Two weeks before the day everything went wrong… Caroline was just an assistant manager. At least, that’s what her title said. She didn’t care much for titles anyway. They were small, meaningless things compared to power — and she wanted power. All of it.

he murmured, handing her the screen. The video opened to a news clip: “Live from Rome today, the family of prominent businessman Roland Forbes lay him to rest after what authorities have labeled as a fatal shooting during an ‘ongoing international investigation.’” The screen shifted to a funeral setting. Mourners gathered beneath a marble canopy, holding back tears. A woman stood at the front, head bowed. Fiona Forbes. Then the camera panned. And there she was. Melissa. ‘The’ Mellisa Forbes. The same girl she was asked to come rescue.

She had the phone of the man she blackmailed doing her dirty work. Unknown to many, gambling is also one of Caroline's hobbies. But unlike usual gamblers, Caroline is there hunting for people she could make her puppets in doing her dirty works. She has money to burn from her family, but she wants to hang out in places like casinos and gambling houses for reasons like she had today.

Yet, he asked her with a faint hope that she would confess and lament her actions. "Why would I force her?" Caroline hissed, tilting her head to the side. She feigned to be wronged. "She volunteered herself to give the heir of that wealthy family. It was beneficial for us, too." "Don’t lie," Brandon fumed, closing the distance between them. Caroline tried to step back, shuddering in fear in the face of his enraged expression. Brandon tugged at her arm and pulled her towards him. "I have heard everything. You forced her to do so. Natasha is my niece, my daughter. How can you ask my daughter to repay her upbringing? Did you ask it to Nia?"

"I was the one who took him out, gave him weapons, and showed him things he shouldn't have seen at his age. It was me, not you." "Yes, but I trained him as well," Cara combats, her voice straining as she continues. "When he shifted, I took him out and I trained him to be a wolf when he was too young for that side of what we are. I see now that I should've shown him the childish delights of being a wolf, not all of it at once. But like you, I wanted him to be the strongest Alpha this world has ever seen, and I didn't hold back... when I should've."

They want me to be the beauty and brains that will operate Rosewood Hotels that would seal its standing in the global market. After dropping the call, I went back to Carlo. He was still waiting by the open glass doorway. “All clear, Ms. Ford?” He asked when I approached him. I nodded and thanked him. Then, I let Carlo usher me inside. Today, Briana Ford version 2.0 will be born.

Gordon finally realized that no wonder he disliked Celine as she was not Belinda's biological daughter. “That’s true. Caroline had a difficult past, but it also shaped her strong personality. It’s a give-and-take. She’s much better than Celine this way.” Mr. Gordon agreed. He did not tell Belinda that Caroline had already established a successful business and had almost a hundred million dollar's worth of assets in her name before returning to the Fisher family. As expected of the Fisher family’s true daughter. She was able to forge a path of her own under unfair circumstances.

Her calm demeanor and tenacity allured me further into her, sparking that flame I had long put off inside me. But one thing I found even more compelling and absorbing was how she quickly switched from the girl with a pink vibrator to a president of a multi-million company in just a matter of the house. That's right, Elizabeth Forbes was the woman I met yesterday in the elevator, a woman whose ears flushed with just a little bit of teasing. And the woman in front of my eyes was absolutely the opposite of that little rabbit. Now this lady here wasn't just a threat to me winning the auction, but she was a threat to my well-composed life and being! And it's been less than 24 hours since I laid