Novel & Cerita Gemma Ward Great Gatsby

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.”

He was backing her. She walked in quietly so she won't disturb his thoughts. “I'm sorry i had to bring you here Alpha Emma.”Mr. Gauis said startling Emma a bit. She had been careful enough but then he figured she was the one there. “This is a place i can't help but be in the evening.. Evelyn planted every flower here.” Evelyn was his late wife. “I'm glad i came Mr. Gauis.”Emma chuckled slightly, recovering from the shock. “It been ages I visited here.”

I had been raised to take ownership of my mistakes, and if this was mine, then I would see it through properly, whatever that cost me. It cost more than I expected. Gemma redecorated the east sitting room without asking, replacing furniture that had belonged to my mother with pieces she preferred. She began monitoring household accounts that weren't hers to monitor. She attended events at my side, something Ayesha had never once been allowed to do, and positioned herself carefully in every photograph, every introduction, every conversation with my associates, referencing the baby constantly, in a tone that felt less like tenderness and more like staking a claim.

Tears streamed down her face, and she whispered, “Let me come with you to the hospital, Honey.” Even though Gemma couldn't stand the sight of Zara, she treated Mr Pearson with unwavering reverence. Her bitterness toward Zara didn't diminish her loyalty to Mr Pearson. Jasper pulled his wife into a tight embrace, shaking his head, “You are pregnant, my love. Please stay home and rest. I’ll bring the truth back to you, I promise.” Gemma nodded her head and said, “Travel mercies on the road, Hubby.” Her husband kissed her on the forehead, then he grabbed the car keys and left.

While they were tugging on each other just now, Gemma’s hairdo was destroyed, so her hair was currently in disarray, making her look a little wretched. An angry flame was burning in her eyes. Taking advantage of Cameron’s gradual approach, she broke free of the security guard’s grasp and tidied herself before walking forward. Along the way, she slammed hard into Myra’s shoulder. Then, she forced a smile and looked at Cameron. “You’re President Stark, right? I’m a member of the Walton Group’s board of directors, and my name is Gemma Walton. I believe you’ve heard of me before, President Stark.” The Walton Family was once famous in Bradfort City, so the older generation of businessmen must hav

Scarlett I entered a beautiful, warmly lit room with a polished, four-sitter, premium-crafted wooden dining table. The type my father had. The wood shined, and it was beautiful. The dining room was a bit ostentatious, but the alpha was rich, so he had money to spare. I was given a place to sit, I was the only one there, and I felt a bit weird. The beige dinner gown I wore was the only reason I didn't feel out of place. Who would have thought a random man I stopped on the highway would lead me here?

"No one knows why Gemma no longer appears in the family's lives. I guess that she was kicked out for carrying another man's child. If I'm not mistaken, she was pregnant on her wedding day." "Oh, God." I closed my eyes. Not only my life but my mother's life was so tragic. "Do you know who paid for Gemma's treatment at the hospital? Gemma said only Diana Bailey came to visit her. I don't believe she had the money to pay for it." "Who benefits if Gemma remains missing from this world?" I frowned. Looking at the wedding photo of the man and Gilda, I understood. "Gilda Fairchild," I muttered. I clenched my fist at her happy face in the picture.

Fitzgerald had made things for her. Gemma entered the visiting room slowly, handcuffed and dressed in prison clothes. When she saw Jade, she immediately turned away in disgust. "I don't want to see her. Let me go back." Jade was wearing a black hat and sunglasses, her long hair flowing. She removed her sunglasses and looked coldly at Gemma. "What's wrong? Are you afraid to see me?" "Afraid?" Gemma gritted her teeth. "I'm just angry at my own stupidity. I should have killed you myself."