Courtney Bradford Novels & Stories

He could afford it after all. She was in the process of topping off her second shot when Leo appeared in the kitchen looking distressed. “Help,” he mouthed across the kitchen. And she soon saw why, because right on his heels was Courtney and her date. The bitch had been following Leo around to find her no doubt. Courtney was waiting to see Amberleigh’s gown to try and gloat that her swan dress was so much better, and her boobs were so much better, and her skin was so much better, etc. At least the pale bitch couldn’t claim Bradford was so much better, because Leo was gorgeous, the winner hands down. Not that Amber was biased or anything. It was a fact.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

She made me break up with the love of my life, Brandon, who was now the father of three beautiful children with a woman who stood by him. I still miss him sometimes, but he was from a poor family. I didn’t really care but my mother did. Brandon hated my guts after I broke up with him, he told me I wasn’t strong enough to stand up for my love, and truth to be told, I wasn’t. “Hello Ms. Williams, I am Jake Carson, I will be your bodyguard for a few months.” My head whipped behind to see the most beautiful man ever. So the rumors were true.

I don’t mind waiting for Carlo even if it takes another ten years, or even if it takes forever… “Hi again, dear Angela.” My train of thoughts was put to a halt when the door of the library opened, revealing Miss Courtney who’s wearing a pink halter dress paired with a 5-inch stiletto. Sometimes I wonder if Miss Courtney is really a department head or a fashion enthusiast. “Miss Courtney” I rose from the wooden chair I was currently sitting on. Miss Courtney walked straight to the shelves, moving her hips exaggeratingly like she’s walking on a runway. “Well, I just came here to borrow some books and also to know if Amanda and Hailey are disturbing you again.”

“You left! You made me believe you were dead. You made Arabella think her mother was gone forever. And all this time, it was because of him?” Courtney’s hands shook as she wiped at her face, trying to calm herself enough to speak. “It wasn’t that simple,” she said quietly. “Then explain it to me!” Cole demanded, his voice softening but still firm. “I deserved the truth back then. We all did.” Courtney looked at me for support, but I didn’t say a word. This was her moment to take accountability, and I wasn’t going to shield her from it. “My father,” she started, her voice barely audible, “he… he accidentally killed Brad Richards’ wife and child in a car accident.”

I helped her put them on and handed to her the small bag I had bought(it was a small silver colored back with few red stripes). We had finished dressing her up by this time and she stood up, posed before me and looked so pretty. It was the prettiest of her I had ever seen. Courtney looked as though she was a fairy princess and was going on a date with her Prince Charming but with all honesty, I knew Courtney had nowhere special to go to because I was her best and only friend and I’d have known if she had any plans because we always did everything together. She didn’t even have a boyfriend.

Brea grabbed the step stool Joy kept behind the counter so that all five-feet-nothing of her could reach the top shelf of the products they sold, climbed on the top rung, and cleared her throat. Instantly, the room fell silent. “I’m Brea Bell and I’ll be making this one and only statement. I won’t be taking any questions afterward, so please listen carefully. As you know, Cutter Bryant is my fiancé. We’ve already discussed his recent time in California protecting Shealyn West. I know the story beyond the salacious gossip and I’m satisfied with his explanation. We will be pressing forward with our wedding. We hope you understand our desire for privacy as we look forward to our future. That’s

Vox, ever stoic, stands near the edge of the gathering, keeping a watchful eye but smiling softly whenever his gaze lands on the twins. Courtney, who has become Sienna’s closest friend, is practically glowing herself. After missing the wedding due to the business trip to Dubai, she had made her feelings about the lack of an invitation known. Courtney can’t stop fawning over the babies, leaning in every few minutes to coo at them.

“What planet are you on? She’s Kourtney. As in, the Kourtney Saunders?” The name doesn't ring a bell. At all. Jerry shakes his head. “Look it up!” I pick up my phone and type her name into G****e. A page pops up within seconds. My eyes widen as I read the overview. Kourtney J. Saunders is an American supermodel. Beginning her career at age 15, she has worked with several top brands. According to Forbes, she's one of the richest under 30 models in the world. Net worth: 500 million.

When the staff called out for Shelly, Courtney wanted to go outside as well, but she had not put on makeup that morning when she went to work, so she hesitated, not expecting Hayden to come into the office. "Mr. Tate!" Courtney grinned from ear to ear when she saw Hayden. "I didn’t know you were coming and didn't prepare anything." She pulled a chair over and set it before Hayden. "Please take a seat!" Hayden glanced at the chair and said coldly, "No, thank you. I will be leaving soon."