Novel & Cerita Gwen And Courtney

Michelle suggested. "It'll be an honour. I heard your husband bought the red..." They spoke as they head to the terrace. Ethan heaved a breath of relief. "The worse is over..." . . Gwen was at the company. She was done for the day. She was heading out when she saw her teammates. "Gwen? Is it true?" "What's true?" "You're dating boss" "No, I'm not" "You are staying at the Croydon manor?" "No, I'm not" she said.

The Van Tessin family was originally from Sweden, but Courtney and her sisters had been born in the states. And most importantly, she was the ex-fiancé of none other than Grayson Andre Godwin. Fan-fuckin-tastic. Well things were about to get awkward up in this bitch. Grayson’s past potential baby mama and his future potential baby mama. And the bitch was Swedish! That was unfair on so many levels. Was there such a thing as an ugly Swede?

Gwen look at Cynthia not understanding the sudden question. Yes she is attracted to Aaron McNair and she won’t mind if he accept a marriage between them but she haven’t even sit and talk with him to know if truly he’s the rude CEO everyone says he is. “A..aunt, I will love to say yes to this but… “Gwen my dear, no but. If you want it just say it my dear”Cynthia rub Gwen hands smiling.

We shall drive them out by attacking them here, in the Heartland of America. The following morning saw Gwen, Kate, and Steve riding back to Sparta with Gwen's parents. Lisa was dropped off at her dorm since her classes would be starting the next day. "Yesterday was incredible," enthused Gwen. "We all danced quite well and garnered some positive press for our class fund raising venture. Our gowns were stunning. Amber has real talent and just might be able to convince Macy's to purchase the line. "I found out that Ms. Walker had made arrangements for Dave Kite to cover the event as a member of the press. He should have all sorts of good videos for his YouTube and F******k sites.

We were all seated in the departure lounge, waiting for my gate number to be announced. Gwen had not yet arrived, and the flight was scheduled for the next ten minutes. “She just can't go anywhere without her lover, now can she?” Elena said with disgust. I followed her gaze until I spotted Gwen. She was accompanied by the same man I had seen her with in the office parking lot. He was helping her with her luggages and they were both grinning widely. I clenched my fist as fury welled up inside me.

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.

Gwen I have been in this house for 3 days now. I have not set my eyes on Trent. I don't know what he is up to but I know it is not good. Also, the wedding plans have been going on. But I have been on house arrest since I got here. Everything I needed was brought to me right in the house. They did not allow me to step outside. I have been visited by designers, makeup artists, hair stylists, skin therapists, and masseuse. It's been exhausting.

Gwen's POV Today was the most awaited moment. After being separated for almost five months, we'll be seeing each other now to persist in the life we used to. I'll be moving into Alpha Ace's residence again and making a new life with him, but this time, we'll be living independently without his family or parents. It will be just us against the world—just me and my mate.

Gwen Everett's superior, Chief Anton Boyle, immediately spoke in a stern voice. "Are you sure about that, Dr. Hopkins?" Just then, Gwen's phone rang on the surveillance camera monitor. She glanced at it for just a second before her expression changed immediately, and she abruptly stopped what she was doing. After hanging up, she immediately dialed my phone multiple times. She called me 18 times, but I never picked up a single one. I repeated into the phone and said, "My wife, Gwen Everett, claimed to be on a classified business trip tonight, but it turns out that she was having a secret rendezvous with someone at a hotel, and she also rejected the internal surveillance call.

The woman standing against Rachel’s threat now was someone ready to fight back, with weapons as strong or even stronger. Gwen sat back down in front of her laptop, staring at the blank screen before her. In her mind, all the steps had been prepared. She would not give Rachel a chance to win. Now, their war was no longer just in the courtroom or in public, but also in the silent yet deadly digital realm.