Genevieve Kelly Novels & Stories

"-are you gonna say your brother watched Mark this time, too or has that story gotten old?" She snickered as she received no reply, lifting her mug to her lips as she sank to her seat once again. "That's what I thought..." Genevieve pushed her bedroom door shut behind her, lifting her trembling hands to wipe away the tears that stained her skin. She could not bring herself to smile at her own victory, as she lifted her phone from her pocket and ended the audio recording. Instead, she felt nothing other—just as she saved the recording to her phone and began the transfer to her google drive—than a growing resent to the woman she could not help but love.

Noah said quietly. "I know," Evelyn whispered. "It's her. Genevieve." "Want me to dig?" Noah offered, already pulling his laptop toward him. Evelyn nodded. "If there's a pattern, I need to know." Meanwhile, in a bar far too upscale to be casual, Genevieve sipped her wine as she reviewed a printed spreadsheets - staff hierarchy, reporting structures, campaign credits. Evelyn's name appeared too often. Linda sat across from her, nursing a cocktail.

Her eyes cut straight to me. And they narrow. I don’t know her, but I know of her. I’ve seen her in business magazines. I’ve heard her name whispered in merger reports. Genevieve Cade. Lucien’s longtime right hand. And rumored former lover. “Gen,” he says tightly. “What are you doing here?” “I’m trying to keep you from detonating your entire public image,” she replies coolly, brushing past him without waiting for permission. Her gaze lands on Leo again—then me. “I assume this is the boy.”

“I believe Mr. Mack is currently… indisposed. Perhaps contemplating the error of his ways. But rest assured, Lionel, I will be seeing you very soon. And when I do, you will understand the true cost of rejecting an unwanted bride.” With that chilling pronouncement, Genevieve turned and, with a flick of her wrist, dismissed the assembled press. She then proceeded to the executive elevators, her bodyguards forming an impenetrable wall around her. Her destination was clear: the Mack Group’s executive suites, the very heart of Lionel’s empire. “She’s going straight for the top,” Davina observed. “She’s not wasting any time.” “She never does,” Lionel said, his voice grim. “She’s a predator, Davina

The man with Asian features just grins at Conrad before walking to me. I'm once again confused. This is exactly how I first met Záviš. They both asked, 'is she?' and it's making my system doubt every little detail. He offers his hand, probably for a handshake. "Kauai. You?" I cleared my throat before accepting his hand and stating my name. "Genevieve. Genevieve Cloepfil. Sir Conrad's secretary." My eyes saw the forehead of my boss wrinkled. But it only lasted for a few seconds when Kauai once again talks. "Oh, no. You're not just his secretary. There's more than that." My mouth opened to say something in response to what the man said. But before I could even say the first word, Conrad once a

16 years ago An ordinary brunch? Darren believed it was more like a business meeting between two of Pack Kyne's most respected families, his family and Genevieve's. Who didn't know the Genevieve family? The family belonged to the military leader of Pack Kyne who was none other than Frank Genevieve. And at this meetup, Frank only brought his two daughters, Diana Genevieve and Annabelle Genevieve.

She added as she slightly bowed at me. I can't believe this, but her cunning but smart nature made me grow more pleased with her. I was glad I had someone like her by my side. Genevieve. She was a 45 year old widow who I had saved by chance. Well, I had saved her by making her a widow. Ever since then, she grew indebted to me and chose to follow me. Not only that, she treats me just like she treats her biological daughter. She was way better than that woman.

Genevieve cried out. Yeah. It was a big fat lie. I had to raise my eyebrow because she didn't fail to meet my expectations and was a pro when it came to lying. The truth was, I had met with Genevieve three (3) days ago at the boutique. I remember she was skeptical about seeing me and even tried her best to avoid me. But, why would I possibly let her go when her life was hanging by a thread, and needed me saving it? I eventually cornered her and told her about Kelly's scheme, as I was certain Kelly was the one who poisoned her.

The uncertainty clawed at me, but then her voice, soft but firm, came through. “Ophelia? Is everything okay?” I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about our last conversation. I wanted to reach out, and see if we could talk.” There was a pause, just long enough for me to feel the weight of the silence. “Talk? About what, exactly?” I knew I had to tread carefully. Genevieve wasn’t just anyone. She was Aaron’s sister, and though she was confined to a wheelchair, she was no less powerful in the world Aaron inhabited. If anything, she held an influence in her own right.

That damn shoe was a distraction, a cruel reminder of how much power the Caradellis thought they had over us. But they wouldn’t hurt Zoe. Not now. Not while they were burying Evelyn. Would they? The door burst open, and Genevieve stormed in, her fiery red hair damp from the rain and clinging to her cheeks. She didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, slamming a newspaper onto the desk. “Do you even see what’s happening around you?” I didn’t bother looking at it. I already knew what it would say. Another headline. Another hit piece.