Everything She Ever Wanted True Story Novels & Stories

I lied smoothly, strolling past the desk to face him, my eyes painting the perfect picture of concern. A smirk flickered across my face, out of his sight. It did not matter if Nom bought my story or not. He could not poke holes in it. The following day, I hit the streets in search of the witness and, believe it or not, I found someone who had seen Sarah that day. I had barely walked through the door, evidence in hand, when Nom called out to me. "Aeliana, the Full Moon Festival is just around the corner. You're not planning to sneak off for some other adventure, are you?"

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

“Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt. She was the first adopted. When she was about to be sold, Tamor interfered. He killed the seller; her husband. A witch and fae hybrid. A powerful gem. So many were after her butt. Although Ro was 20, the best decision was to make her a part of the family. You see no one was stupid enough to mess with Tamor to put their hands on her. Turned out, her husband killed her parents and tricked her into believing he was the good guy who tried his best

she said. “I’m doing my best,” Slate promised her. She wanted to believe that, but it was so hard to trust someone that Jack was so adamant was nothing short of pure evil. “I guess that’s all I can ask for,” Everly said and then disconnected the call.

Timothy evidently didn’t care who knew they were involved, so why should she? For the first time in a long while, she looked at her life with a sense of deep gratitude. For so long she’d been shaped by external forces. Her desire to shed the problems in her family. Her need to escape from the scandal at her former job and prove herself to everyone around her. The only person she’d been proving anything to was herself. Everyone else had known all along what kind of person she was. “Oh, Bryce, I’ve been so stupid,” she whispered. He cocked his head in confusion. She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him fiercely. Then she drew away and kissed him on the cheek.

Selena felt that she had everything a woman could ever wants. A loving husband, wonderful sons and sweet daughter. She has it all! Perhaps, Selena was fated to be a royal. She was a princess who went through so much and at last, she became a queen! She really has it all!

She'd never heard the real version of any of this — I'd always kept it vague, always said Vanessa was busy, would come when she had time. "I knew from the first time Vanessa came to see me. I could see it on her face — the disgust. I can't blame her. She grew up with everything. Of course she doesn't want to accept that her real mother cleans hotel rooms." My head came up fast. "So what? That money was earned with your own hands. I never once thought you had anything to be ashamed of. Not once." Diane smiled, but it was a sad one. "I know you've always been a good girl. But for Vanessa — it's a completely different world."

Those who ran businesses of their own went bankrupt within a month, and those who had careers lost everything. Preston's nightclub was shut down the day after I went home. As for Mia, her scandal with Preston became a trending topic online. She became a pariah after the truth of her pretending to be the Sterling heiress to scam someone out of their money came to light. Now, she was no better than a sewer rat. I looked at Preston coldly. "You'd best carefully think over the misery you've inflicted on me for the past four years. Think about that and ask yourself this. How exactly am I the heartless one here?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Maxwell finally announced, "I'm going home." It was only then that I learned that while I was gone, Maxwell had stripped away almost everything he had ever given Maya. Maya couldn't accept being thrown back into a life of hardship and finally snapped. She publicly reported Ford Group for tax evasion and uploaded a series of videos documenting her intimate relationship with Maxwell. His devoted husband persona hadn't just been famous in our social circle; it had gone viral online, where internet users once praised him as the perfect man to marry.

After all, the first time I appeared before Matt, the only thing in my pocket was a forged identity card bearing the name Evelyn. Three years ago, I fell for Matt at first sight—in the middle of a hit. When Don Falcone found out, he shut it down immediately. "He’s a nobody. He can’t protect you, let alone give you the life you deserve." I bet papa I could be loved for who I was, not what I was worth. If Matt married me, he would stand at my side as an equal in the Falcone family. I stayed hidden behind a false name, cut off from the family.