Gina Big Nate Novels & Stories

“Henry, what do you think about what happened last night?” Nina asked, trying to face her husband. “Sweetheart, i've told you not to worry about anything, just ignore any news from anyone. We just celebrated your birthday and we can't just let some worry take away the joy that he had.” “It's okay but…” Nina’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. She glanced at the screen, noting it was from an unknown number. “Who could this be?” She whispered softly.

"I've never had those kinds of fantasies. I just want to admire him from afar…" Pearl's cheeks flushed slightly at Gina's words. Almost involuntarily, she sneaked a glance at Hogan, who was driving, and felt her heartbeat quicken. She hurried to defend herself. "What the hell are you talking about?! I've never had those thoughts either!" As she spoke, she subtly pinched Gina's arm, signaling her to shut up. Just then, Hogan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "…What does Big C mean?" "It's a title of respect," Gina explained with great enthusiasm. "That day at the photoshoot? Absolute domination. Cynthia's officially recognized as the fiercest woman in F.E."

That was why he did such a thing. But the eternally gentle, considerate, and even-tempered Nina ran away from home on his birthday and married Skye Brentt, her best friend’s brother. … When I arrived at the hospital with Charles, I saw my mother standing at the door to my father’s ward. “Naomi, I already hired the best cardiologist in the country to check on Nathan. You don’t have to worry about the medical fees either.”

Don't make me be the villain. Nate

"Didn't you want proof of my ability to raise Amy? Do you see it now?" For the first time, Austin's usually unshakable composure faltered. He drew in a long breath. "Do you really think hiring a few actors and throwing around counterfeit bills will frighten me? The Grant Corporation is worth billions. And my girlfriend, Melanie Wilder, is the heiress of one of Bexley City's four most prominent families." "Austin Grant. Melanie Wilder." I repeated the names slowly, as if committing them to memory. "Go on—list all your backers. I want to hear them all."

Don't push me. Her voice faded until it was barely audible. She must have passed out. I had no idea where she got the nerve to make her divided heart sound like some kind of tragedy she expected me to sympathize with. "Gina, you really are relentless. But I'm just your ex-boyfriend. If you want to confess, go confess to Lincoln." Then unexpectedly, a low, mocking laugh came through the line. Lincoln's voice dripped with smugness. "Nathan, when Gina was with me at the hospital today, she gave me twenty percent of the company shares as a birthday gift. I was planning to use those shares to give you back your VP position. Not a bad deal, right?

Besides, Gina did not tell the media that she had beaten a kid but just that Cameron had beat her up. The netizens began to split into two factions. One faction thought that Gina deserved to be beaten, while the other faction felt that Gina did not do anything wrong since she was beating the daughter of the homewrecker, so the kid did not deserve any sympathy. However, this group of people once again got slapped in their faces when another piece of news came out and revealed that the kid that got beaten up by Gina was the niece of Colton’s fiancee. The Internet tended to remember everything. The niece of Colton's fiancee was from Yaramoor. Her parents had passed away, so there was no way she

“I’ll get you back for this, Nathan!” “Go ahead. But don’t forget, my bodyguard has evidence that you attacked him first. Want us to take it to court? The media might love the headline ‘Drunk socialite attacks hotel guard,’” Nathan replied coldly, then got into the car. Chintya fell silent, biting her lip until it almost bled. Her hands trembled. But this time, she knew she had lost. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Gina, the nanny of Elena’s four children, was preparing snacks in the kitchen. The sound of children’s laughter could be heard from the living room.