Christie Affair Nina Gramont Novels & Stories

I pulled my hands away and looked at him with disgust. “Shame on you. None of your words will sway me.” “Beatrice… please? For our son?” “Did I say you are Grayson's father? I did not.” “Christy, your brother's wife, said so,” he declared. I froze. Christina was a traitor?

“You have to leave through the window.” “I can’t ” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Trust me Christine, the last woman my wife saw me with, she poured acid on, so to avoid getting your pretty face harmed, you better leave through the window.” Christine shook her head and walked to the window, she placed her leg out of it, trying to maintain her balance when she felt a hand push her down. It was Daniel….. Christine fell face flat on the lawn as the sprinkler turned on making her dress wet.

"But that article made a huge splash the moment it was posted. Everyone in Vernon who needed to see it has seen it. Deleting it now is too late!" "If I hadn’t spent last night filming a night scene, I would’ve shown up at your place and beaten the crap out of you!" Xavier stretched lazily. "Why are you so worked up? The news just said I hugged your sister—not like I killed her!" His nonchalant tone only enraged Christan further. "I’m telling you—hugging her is worse than killing her! She’s only twenty, still a pure, innocent girl! If you’re interested, respond to her confession properly. If you’re not, then make it clear—don’t give her false hope!"

To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair” Shock rooted me to the spot. Suddenly, the doors flew open with a bang. Emily Brown barged in, clutching her young child tightly. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me off the stage. “You homewrecker! You’ve been after my husband and now you’re after my son’s life? I’m giving you what you deserve!” Before I could react, she picked up my laptop and smashed it down. I covered my head and quickly explained, “Ms. Brown, you’re mistaken. We can discuss this privately. This meeting is for Jason's case. Please don’t cause a scene here.”

Néstor laughed heartily, accompanied by his men, then said to Christie, who continued about her business, "That's precisely what attracted me to you as a woman! That innate fierceness you possess is what I need to rule my household with an iron fist. I'll give you all the power you want; you'll be the most powerful woman in my country." "I'm not interested in being anyone's woman in your country because I have my fiancé here in mine, where I'm powerful as you can see," she said, picking up her handbag. "And I'm sorry, but I have to go look after my mother. It's time for me to leave." "I told you that you won't leave this office unless I allow it," Néstor repeated, now in a threatening tone,

"Honey, the studio just called and said the gemstones are stuck in customs, so they suggested canceling the order for now. Maybe we can do it another time. I'm really sorry…" I lifted my gaze to look at him and nodded calmly. "It's okay. I understand. We can always get it later." He let out a sigh of relief and pulled me into his arms, praising me for being understanding. … The next day, just as expected, Finnick brought Yvonne to make the payment. I watched everything through the surveillance cameras as they completed the entire process, every movement of theirs clearly recorded. As soon as I secured the evidence, my heart turned to ice.

By evening, she clocked out, caught a taxi, and headed home. She had just stepped out and started toward her building when a car pulled up hard at the curb. Franklin climbed out, tense and furious. Two bodyguards—men Winchester had sent—moved swiftly to Christy’s side. Franklin didn’t care. He charged forward, fists clenched. “Christy!” he shouted. “Are you going to marry my grandfather?” Exhausted from the day, Christy didn’t have it in her to argue. “Just go away, please,” she said, voice tired. She opened her door and stepped inside.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t recognize you just now, Madam Christie. “See, I always thought you were in your thirties, but I didn’t expect you to have the face of a sixty-year-old. My bad for not knowing better.” Christie was incensed. “Y-You!” Reina did not bother with Nathan. She said suggestively to North, “North, it would be bad for all of us to make such a huge fuss in public.” But Nathan corrected her. “If this gets out of hand, everyone will focus on the person who was the most shameless. You should know best what I mean.” Reina gritted her teeth. Nathan was calling her shameless! Christie took point and said, “How dare you blame Reina for this?! Reina hasn’t eaten or slept well in the past f

Nathalia replied, just after Eva sat down. “What is it?" She asked. “You'd love me more than Damien if I told you this news.” "Nathalia Evan, stop beating around the bush and tell me what is going on.” Eva impatiently said. " Okay, okay. I heard from my sources that Christine had gotten into a small accident yesterday and she is currently admitted as well in the hospital. But the news of her accident is kept secret because it would ruin the fashion show that she was supposed to do.” Nathalia finally revealed.

Victoria said as she collected her phone that the glass was now shattered. “We should fix this later.” Nina said as she saw the state of the phone. “Nina, someone tipped me off on who set me up five years ago, and yes, I have evidence on my phone, and guess who was having an affair with my stepsister behind my back.” “This news is too much to wait for; take it one at a time, and don't tell me the person having an affair with Amelia was Dante.” Nina's eyes shot up in disbelief. “I wish it was Dante; maybe my heart could finally let him go.” Victoria sighed.