Gemma Ward Great Gatsby の小説・ストーリー

She had come from old money, and the wealth she had found out over the last six weeks was well documented—maybe not to the exact amount, but close enough. I withdrew my hand from his grip. “Fawn was private about many things, Mr. Jones. I respected that about her.” Gemma shifted beside him, her hand tightening possessively on his arm. “I’m Gemma,” she inserted, clearly unhappy about being excluded. “Richard’s partner.” She smiled like she’d won the top prize in the lottery. If only she had a brain in her head, she would realize that if Richard had murdered Fawn, he could dispose of her later the same way. Maybe by a car accident or something. Richard was too smart to set up the same scene tw

Christian stared at the watch, his eyes wide with shock, then turned a fierce, dangerous glare onto me. “Did... did Mrs. Blackthorne really steal that?” a maid whispered nervously near the door. “ Gemma crossed the room in a daze, throwing her arms around me. “No, no! Natalia would never have stolen anything!” she cried out, her eyes spilling over with real tears. “Please don’t accuse her! Maybe she took the watch by mistake... she did not mean to!" It was too late. With her last two sentences, Gemma had already painted me as a thief while making herself look like a saint.

Emma silently speculated that Harvey had hired a private investigator to take these stolen photos of Gemma. In Emma's heart, there arose an uncomfortable itch, not because her husband had stolen photos of Gemma, but because the woman named Gemma resembled her so much that Emma even thought the photos were of herself. Emma wanted to know more about Gemma, but she couldn't find any information about Gemma online. Someone had hidden information about Gemma, and Jethro had never explained the reason for Gemma's disappearance.

Yet Claire was willing to give Justin a wristwatch worth thirty million, while refusing to give me even thirty dollars for a taxi. Because of that, I missed my mother's last moments and would carry that regret for the rest of my life. I clenched my fists, forcing down the bitterness in my chest. "I don't need your charity. All I want is for you and Justin to get out of my house." Claire stared at me in disbelief, her face twisting with anger. "What did you say? You dare tell me to get out? All this over thirty dollars?

“Just accept him already! Wolves don’t divorce; he’s your forever.” “Forever isn’t a thing. If anyone had a chance at forever, it was my parents and look how they ended up.” “And yet, they’re still together; even in death.” “Damn your logic.” Gemma retorted indignantly, as she stripped down and got into the shower, causing Daisy to roll over onto her back and laugh at her. When she came out of the bathroom, she rushed to the closet and pulled out some designer skinny jeans with a sleeved corset top. She picked some flat sandals, since they would be walking around town and sampling different snacks from the street fair. She needed to be comfortable.

"It's Gina, My Lady. Someone is downstairs, waiting to see you." "Someone? Who's it? You know what... just go. I'm coming down in a bit." Gemma replied. She finished off with her dressing, and found her way to the mirror. Smiling happily at the thought of the new plan she had in mind, she combed her hair, applied a light makeup on her face before leaving the room. ****************** Gemma got downstairs, and went outside the building only to find Iris waiting for her on the veranda. Shock crowded her face.

he asserted with conviction, and I smiled at him. "That's what I hope for the most... that's what I hope for the most..." They gave me a brief nod, and I entered the house, in search of Gemma, whom I found near the pool. She had changed and was ready in a beautiful floral dress, not very discreet, with her hair styled to the side and earrings that complemented the whole ensemble, embracing her one-piece swimsuit. She was a very beautiful woman, with a demure appearance but with great potential and a confidence I envied.

For whatever thread still tethered her to Flynn…and the bond that had once sung through her. She ignored the stares as she entered the packhouse. These halls had been her second home since childhood; she refused to slink through them like an intruder. Her destination was Flynn's office, but she never made it there. Gemma found her first. A vision in a clinging scarlet dress that seemed more appropriate for a late-night date than morning pack business. “Look who’s creeping back in,” she purred. “Shouldn’t you be licking your wounds somewhere far less public, Saeris?”

Arsenal had just scored, but that seemed quite insignificant now, so I picked up the remote control and pressed the red button. “Can I offer you a drink?” I asked. “Nothing for me,” Sir Gerard replied. “Gemma?” She shook her head. I noticed when she smiled, Gemma leaned her head slightly to one side and her fingers played with a ring that looked like a wreath of sapphires. “How can I help?” I asked sitting down opposite them. “You come highly recommended,” Sir Gerard said. “Really? By whom?” He told me and my heart did a long slow summersault and landed on its back with a thud. I kept my voice steady and said, “That was a long time ago.”

I felt I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw Gemma standing before me. She had a faint purple and golden aura that outlined her. Her hair was much longer than I remembered it and it was draped over her shoulders. She wore a short white dress that rested around her thighs and fit her loosely. “Gemma?” I whispered, staring up at her in disbelief. She gave me a faint smile and bowed her head briefly. “I’ve been waiting and wondering if you were going to pay me a visit.”