Debbie Wexler Novels & Stories

I managed, returning the hug. She stepped back, still smiling. “One of my daughters has been ill. I’ve barely left her side.” Her expression softened with a mother’s worry. “But I’ve wanted to meet you properly.” Layla made the introduction. “Ma’am, this is Debbie…Beta Jordan’s wife.” So this was her. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Debbie continued, her tone earnest. “And not just rumors. Jordan speaks highly of you.” That surprised me even more.

Kingston Enterprises – Aaron’s Office Aaron was already pacing when Lucas stormed into the office, his phone clutched tightly in hand. "You’ve seen it, right?" Lucas snapped, tossing a tablet onto the desk. The headline blared across the screen. “Chloe Kingston Breaks Her Silence—'I Was the Real Victim.'" Aaron’s jaw clenched. "I saw it." And it had taken everything in him not to storm directly into the press room and burn the lies to the ground. Lucas exhaled sharply.

Debbie answered. “Well,” his mother began with an impressed tone. “You must be exceptionally bright to be accepted there.” “Well, I don’t want to brag,” she said shyly. His mother laughed as she took the wine glass from him. “Very good. I have two friends who had grandchildren that went to Alexander. One is a surgeon now and the other is an engineer who started his own Fortune 500 Company.” “That’s nice,” Debbie said. “Yes. How old are you, Debbie?” “Thirteen.”

She ran her hand over his jawline, then touched his hair, then his shoulders. “You’ve gotten older,” she said quietly. Kade snorted. “So have you.” Debbie nodded slowly, her eyes dropping to the blanket. She smoothed a wrinkle out of it with her thumb. “I don’t really remember much of it,” she said quietly. “The healer said I was sick for fifteen years… I only recall snippets.” She touched her face with both hands. “Do I have wrinkles?” “No.” Kade laughed, which was a strange sound in his throat. But then his face fell slightly, and he asked, “Debbie, do you remember what happened? The night it all… started?”

“Let’s talk to Debbie right now.” I sent Debbie a text, asking her to come to my office as soon as she could. She arrived moments later. “Good afternoon, Miss Wilson. What can I do for you?” I explained my problems with the board of directors and the charity. “The problem would be solved if you would accept the role of chairperson.” Debbie’s eyes grew large with excitement. “Chairperson, me?” I smiled and nodded. “You’re the only person I would trust with it,” I told her. “You would have control, but I would like a quiet role in the day-to-day operations.”

- She added, her calloused hands clutching her chest. I parted my lips, trying to speak but was interrupted by her next words. "She studied......... Debbie, tell the nice lady the course you want to study." - The lady tapped her daughter smiling softly. " Software Engineering." - The shy girl spoke softly, her eyes barely meeting my gaze. "And she's really good with programming and I heard that there's been a misunderstanding surrounding my husband's death. My daughter could take care of that by issuing........." - She stopped, brows furrowing as she thought deeply.

“She’s the first secretary of Alluring Paradise, and Miss Leane’s right hand. She’s practically Miss Leanne’s favourite, and is an amazing person… Alex, I’m sure you would have known this. Don’t offend her, otherwise, even I can’t save you.” Alex was speechless. “You don’t seem able to protect yourself. If I remain next to you, I’m sure I’ll also be targeted by her. Seems like it’s better if I don’t go to your table to toast with you later.” Megan shot him a cold look, but she had nothing better to say. Instead, Alex started asking her about Sister Weber. Alex soon found out that Sister Weber’s name is Cindy Weber. Apart from being first secretary, she was also an executive director of the c

"Go lie down. Close the curtains. You aren't handling anything today. You’re resting." "But I need to—" "Go, Debbie," Rex said again. “Go rest. Sleep. And please, don't cry.” Debbie looked at all three of us. She looked exhausted. "Fine. But promise me. Both of you," she said, pointing at me and River. "Do not go to that office. I will handle Chloe tomorrow. My way. Any way, please." She didn't wait for us to answer. She turned and walked toward the stairs, her shoulders slumped. I watched her go, feeling a mix of pity and pure rage.

she chuckled. My friend was two months pregnant, but she had been staying with me for a week here at The House because she and Xavier had a fight. For some reason, he didn’t explain to her why he resigned from his job and why he didn’t push through with their plans of buying a property near Adilene’s. “Oh!” Deborah gasped. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw her eyes wide and her mouth still open as she read quietly something from her phone. “This isn’t some kind of data glitch,” she muttered, her lips slowly curving a downturn as she read with her eyes.