Novel & Cerita Christine Everhart

warned Devin as she entered the study room of the Crighton mansion. As she climbed the stairs, she stared at the portrait of Jake’s mother hanging on the wall. Devin’s beloved wife. Anastasia Hazel Forrester Crighton. A beautiful woman from the outside as well as from inside. She had died two years ago while attending a charity event in Morocco. Devin had been devastated and sometimes Rachel believed that his life had ended with his beloved wife.

"No, you can talk to the both of us." Rooster grimaced. This was the part of the job he hated. The part where he had to do notification, even if the person he was notifying probably wouldn't give a shit what he had to say. He watched as Christine walked over towards the door, pulling the shirt that she wore down past her thighs. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but it has to be by the book." She nodded. "You are Christine Herrington, the wife of Clinton Herrington?" "I am," she nodded. "But I go by Christine Stone now."

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

Yara exclaimed. The woman, Ava, responded, "I ain't talking about you. I'm talking about Ms. Everhart. She's the one who's actively pursuing her next partner, juggling multiple guys at once even though she hasn't finalized her divorce yet, isn't she? Kinda ironic, don't you think?" Calista raised an eyebrow. Did she know her? She directed her attention toward Ava, who seemed somewhat unfamiliar. The hostility in Ava's demeanor suggested a deeper connection with Calista.

But as I scrolled through my news feed, another headline caught my eye, one that had nothing to do with our celebration. “Alpha Aaron Moonstone Spotted with Mystery Woman, Luna Shantel Nowhere in Sight” My heart rate picked up with anticipation as I clicked on the article, and sure enough, there were photos of Aaron stumbling in of what looked like a hotel with a woman who definitely wasn’t Shantel. The images were grainy took in the dark but clear enough to identify the woman as Christine, his secretary, both of them looking disheveled in a way that left little doubt about what they’d been doing.

“Unlike us, she’s got no husband, this bitch is a free woman! She throws the wildest parties every weekend and... let’s just say she knows how to have a good time. Charlotte, this is Rayne Everhart. She's—” “Liam Everhart's wife,” Charlotte smoothly finishes it for Sabrina and then bites her lip when the stripper slams his groin hard against her covered pelvis, grinding her harder. “So, you’re the famous Mrs Everhart. Damn, girl, what the hell are you doing here?”

And unlike her other birthdays, we will be having a very special guest coming to celebrate with us. This guest is her brother, who will be arriving all the way from the United States. Christine's brother is Calvin Gyamfi, better known as the CEO of Daniels Corporation. It baffles me how wealthy Christine's background is despite her being so humble. I have never met him in real life, but I know of him from social media (and sometimes on the news).

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

It already happened, but I still wished it didn’t happen tonight. “You are not. I thought what we had was something special, but I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you again. You used me. Jesus Christ, Harry, you are the shallowest woman I’ve ever met. Of all the things you would sell out was all about us—the only thing left that hadn’t been out to the public.” You used me. My heart turned to ice. “I didn’t write your name.” “People are not so damn stupid, Harriet. Let me guess, your story is entitled Sindy Kate, isn’t it?”

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho