Gwen And Courtney Novels & Stories

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.

I follow his gaze. On first glance, I’d missed her, and I don’t know how. Gwen Collins is standing right next to her sister Dilys. Gwen is in red and Dilys is in navy, but the cut of their dresses is exactly the same, as is the style of their purses and the upsweep of their artfully dyed blonde hair. Dilys has her gloved hand tucked in the crook of Gwen’s elbow. It’s an obvious show of solidarity and status. Gwen is the younger sister, surrounded by the opposition, but she ranks. She’s conceded nothing. She’s switched alliances.

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.

“It's been a decade. I barely recognize you. How have you been?” “I'm good.” “Well, hubby and Mr. Wright are business partners, I never thought this party would bring us together again. It's good to see you again, Gwen. I've been seeing you on live TV and I'm looking forward to another day to work with you again.” “Me too.” “Mrs. Wainwright, there's a call for you and it's urgent.” A lady spoke from behind. “Just a second.” She opened her purse and handed Gwendolyn her business card. “See you around.” Then she left with the lady.

She smiles—a small, hesitant thing—and waves. But inside the apartment, suspicion is starting to coil like a spring. Gwen watches them walk toward the entrance, her mind racing. She tells herself over and over: Selene has a guy she’s seeing. She knows I’ve had a crush on CK since forever. She’s my best friend. She wouldn't hurt me like that. She’d tell me. They walk inside the apartment together, the air in the hallway feeling suddenly thin. Gwen meets them at the door, her arms open, her smile a bit too bright.

My voice dances not only in amusement but in pure curiosity. “What’s between you and your husband’s twin brother? Was it the reason you were both exiled here in Roadster City?” Gwen’s eyes grew wide as if she could not believe my assumptions. And much as I would like to go easy on her, I can’t. My heart was racing in excitement. Gwen sighed heavily. The weight of its sound was like a dousing of water. I realized that Gwen was not like any other girl. Those who flaunt who they know. She was a private person and kept things mostly to herself.

"Gwene, how are you doing in all honesty?" Gwen found a seat for herself and sat down on one of the chairs that was available. She massaged her eyes, shook her head, and propped her chin on her folded palms while placing her elbows on the table. She did this while leaning forward at the table. "Not good. I have no desire to be at this particular spot. I have no interest in pursuing a conjugal partnership with Noah at this time. The question that was raised was, "Is it really that vampire?" After turning off the sink's water supply, Greta walked over to the chair that was directly across from Gwen and sat down. "Is it true that you are completely and utterly head over heels in love with him?"

I took a deep breath, trying to slow my heart. And like always, in moments where I was about to spiral, my mind ran somewhere safer. To the people I loved. The past year played back in my head like a highlight reel. Gwen and Nick had renewed their vows a few weeks ago with a celebration big enough to stop Montelira in its tracks. Not that Montelira was exactly a city that never slept, but still… it stopped. In the best way. Everyone showed up. Everyone celebrated. Everyone watched Gwen receive, the way she deserved, everything life had once tried to deny her.