Dr Pamela Isley Novels & Stories

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

Only Alek showed no surprise. “You know this, Cider?” The person whose all attention to Alek asked. She had well-tanned skin, unusually appealing features, and a seductive aura. Alek did not know her nor even encountered her in Madam R’s club before. “You were with Mr. Sohal during the auction. You caught my attention, Miss Cider.” She walked towards Alek and Madam R slowly. Alek felt something bad would happen. The woman did not seem to be happy since the meeting started.

"I would like to order a customized pendant from Queen Elisabeth's latest collection. Can you arrange a meeting or at least the ordering process for me?" Tamara raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, may I know who's speaking?" "Damian." Tamara was instantly silent for a moment. The name was all too familiar. She looked over at Elena, who was busy drawing designs on her desk. Wasting no time, Tamara activated mute mode on the call and whispered to Elena. "El, you're not going to believe it. Damian wants to order a pendant from your new collection for Isabella." Elena, who was seriously drawing, immediately stopped. She turned her head with a surprised expression, then turned cynical.

“All right. I’m listening.” Pamela drew a steadying breath. “Long ago, I worked for the Morettis—Alicia and Maurice.” “I already know that,” Leo said evenly. “Then you know what kind of woman Alicia is,” Pamela replied. “She couldn’t bear children. She’s barren.” Leo’s brows rose. “What are you talking about? Valentina is her daughter.” Pamela met his eyes. “Yes—but I gave her Valentina.” Leo let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

Leah seethed. "Mum, Pamela and I are in love with each other and…" Louis was saying when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Without glancing back, Louis knew Pamela had come downstairs and paused. Leah and Ellis glanced towards the stairs and saw the elegant Pamela descending the stairs with graceful steps. She looked gorgeous in her peplum blouse on her pants. Her hair was made into a bun and her makeup mild and befitting. Her lips painted red and her diamond jewelleries glitters. She looked pretty and attractive.

Poppy replied as my mind drifted back to Pamela. Did she leave after that.....stunt or she's somewhere around, looking for the next plan? "It's time to go home, don't you think?" Bradley whispered into my ear.......as Poppy frowned. "Yeah, bye Poppy,see you" I said, lifting my dress a little. . . * Outside * . . "Don't tell me you're leaving without your wife" Pamela said, holding a beer bottle and a beer glass as she smiled evily. "Tell me, who's she? Your mistress,call girl?" She asked as reporters began to........ take pictures and record.

Pavel was one of Anastasia's male friends. Asa didn't even have the strength to argue, she just nodded. As Anastasia drives, Asa couldn't help but think back to the first day she met her husband, Oleg. He was dashing and handsome, he was everything a woman wants in a man. She remembered how cute it was when he asked her out and confessed how much he loves her, she remembered how they eventually had a glamorous wedding and how they have lived in peace and joy for the past ten years, she had no idea everything was all a deceit. None of it was real. Her husband never loved her.

Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is slightly parted as she looks at me. “I am sorry, I tried to stop her,” she says, and my mother kisses Pamela on the cheek. Dylan stands up to give her the chair, and Layla looks at me as If she has seen a ghost. “Why is your little girlfriend at the desk? Are you fucking the help now?” Pamela asks as soon as Layla closes the door, and mother’s head snaps towards her and then to me. Dylan smirks, hiding his smile with his hand as he pretends to bite his nails.