Falicia Blakely Wikipedia Novels & Stories

But if she did that, they would be even more excited and do something she never wanted to happen. "You alone?" "No. I'm with my wife. Right behind you." Disgusting bitch! Blakely grumbled inwardly. If only she could and she didn't have good manners, she would very much like to spit those harsh words right in her face. How could her presence not be noticed by her? Oh, it must be because her focus is only on Nickson and just for Nickson. “Hi Alessia, nice to meet you.” Blakely's stomach felt queasy. She had become the most hypocritical woman of the night for telling a disgusting lie in front of a woman who had the potential to steal her husband.

It’s been a while since I met someone who annoyed me as much as she does. Honestly, it’s not because she takes too long to carry out an order. I just feel there’s something off about the woman, and if there’s one thing I hate, it’s when people pretend to be someone their not. I had Milo do a check on her, and we came up with nothing. Miss Blakely lived a normal and boring life in Houston before moving to New York. She doesn’t even have an outstanding traffic fine. My gut tells me she’s hiding something, though.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Blake suddenly took a deep breath. She pondered, 'Isn't she the CEO of YTCorp, Frida Young? Why's she here?' It was not surprising that Blake knew Frida. In the past, she had attended various banquets with Kevin and met many business tycoons and members of the elite, and Frida was one of them. Moreover, Blake was intelligent and had a good memory. Blake felt something was not right. She thought, 'That girl with the burned face looks about ninety percent similar to someone I know.'

She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast. She turned to me. “What leukemia? I didn’t arrange that question. Did you bribe those journalists?” Before I could speak, Derek lowered his eyes and tugged at her sleeve. “Jaime, all the viral posts are attacking me. They call me a homewrecker who ruined your marriage, but I knew you first…” Because of the live broadcast, many people online insulted Derek and called him a shameless homewrecker who lived off women. Jaime’s face grew darker. She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm.

Wasn’t Blakely just an actor? What was the big deal?

Blake is here! Her biggest fear, has now become reality. Now, she must chose. Get her team and keep her promise to Tasha, by getting them out safe, or going after Damian, and keeping Blake safe.

"Sir, I have gathered the initial data regarding Sheina Blake as you requested." Damian immediately set his glass down and snatched the file. "Tell me she’s lying. Tell me she is Camila Wilson." Mark took a long breath. "Administratively, Sir... Sheina Blake is a different person. Her citizenship data shows she was born in a small village called Chipping Campden, England. She has a birth certificate, a record of attending primary school there, and even notes that she lived in an orphanage after her parents died in an accident when she was ten years old."