Novel & Cerita Daria Cohen

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

"Mommy, where are we heading to?" Dahlia asked excitedly. "Are we meeting up with Zach again?" Oh Dahlia. I looked down at her and smiled. "I'm going to introduce you to my new coworker and friend, Maria. She's so nice." Her smile faltered a little. Looks like she really was interested in meeting Zach again. "You'd like her baby. She's gonna help me get ready for Zach's grandma's party." I told her.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Undoubtedly, this woman knows how to get into Pyke’s nerves. “You don’t wanna know, Camila.” Her eyes gleam with deviltry. “Trust me, I’m dying to know who you are.” I also wanted to punch your nose for ruining our lunch date. “I’m Athena Gray, sweetheart,” she says with pride in her voice. A sudden coldness hits my core as soon as the word Gray sinks into my brain. My knees weaken, making me almost lost my balance. Pyke grabs my waist before I completely stumble to the floor.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

But someone shouted. “Ms. Cole! Are the rumors true? Did Daniel pay to bury your miscarriage?” “Is it true Luca fled the country under threats?” “Why now, Ariana? Why speak now?” Vanessa whispered beside me, “Don’t stop.” But I did. I turned. Took the sunglasses off. Stepped in front of the cameras. And said: “Record this.” They fell silent. Phones lifted. Mics extended. I took a deep breath. “My name is Ariana Cole. I am the woman you’ve heard a thousand versions of. The wife. The mistress. The strategist. The unstable one. The manipulative one. The survivor.”

Daria “Daria,” Melissa, my COO, stepped in without knocking. “We need to talk.” I was sitting behind my desk, staring at the endless stream of unread emails on my screen when her voice cut in. I didn’t look up. “If it’s about the contract with the Iverson Enterprises, just email me" “It’s about you.” I finally raised my eyes, cocking a brow. “Excuse me?” “You’re running yourself into the ground, D, and I'm not letting you continue this way. You need a personal assistant.”

Mira’s height could match up to Cohen’s shoulder, and he stood tall on six-foot-nine. “How did—what the hell?” Amanda spoke at last. “Who are you?” “Adeline Domenico.” She repeated her name. “Aren’t you General Solomon?” she pointed to Cohen. “General what?” Liam asked with a hint that he was about to laugh his ass off. “General Solomon, the great general of daemons army.” “Do you have Napoleon and Stalin too?”