Gwen Counter Novels & Stories

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

This had to be Gwen’s stepmother. "Gwen is such an independent woman. She doesn't know how to be there for an important and powerful man like you. And I'm not just talking about in bed, although that too. I know how to make you look good out in the world. I'm trim and toned, working out all the time—at one of your gyms, in fact. I know how appearances mean everything. Gwen is a nice girl, but she can’t represent your brand.” “What are you after, Mira?”

Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship. “My dear,” Gwen said with a warm smile, “I couldn’t help but notice you during today’s event. Your beauty and charm are extraordinary. Have you ever considered working with the royal family?” Garcia, flattered and eager for new opportunities, agreed without hesitation. Gwen’s plan was already in motion. The next day, Gwen orchestrated a casual meeting between Hesperus and Garcia. The King, known for his frivolous nature, was immediately captivated by the young woman. Her fiery spirit and exotic beauty drew him in, just as Gwen had hoped.

Gwen muttered as she pulled her hand from mine slowly. As we got back into the car and made our way to Holt Holdings, Gwen started picking at her fingers as I noticed this I knew she was nervous to meet the council members. I watched it for a moment then looked away and said nothing because she would tell me she was fine and she was allowed to have that. "Do I look okay?" she asked quietly without turning from the window. I looked at her. The dress was deep and fitted and the slit caught the light when she shifted in her seat, her hair was pulled back in a way that showed the line of her jaw which was set and composed even now.

Like Theo, I've also known Gwen since childhood. Her mother is 'the' Allesandra Evellon, a world renowned Fashion Designer and my mother is one of her clients and biggest fans. We were in the same daycare, and for a while our family thought about merging our clans. That fizzled out around the time we got to grade school and she's now engaged, though not formally announced yet, with the heir of SLSF Insurance Company Inc. We didn't like each other very much back then so I didn't really care. And she was perfectly happy that it didn't work out for us because she's already completely smitten with Royce. We never exchanged much words apart from polite greetings and nods on family and company eve

Gwen declared smugly, "Mr. Swanson, you have nothing to worry about. We're partners, after all. I'll take care of this small matter myself. It won't disturb your daughter's wedding in the slightest." Then, she barked, her voice dripping with arrogance and triumph. "Security! Get over here!" Several security guards rushed over immediately and stood at attention before Gwen. Pointing at Aurelia and me, she issued her command with her nose in the air. "Throw these two out."

Since when did she get this good at provoking people? Gwen’s hands tightened into fists, her face covered with furious tears. When she saw me smiling at Vannessa, she was so jealous that she could not say a single word. Other onlookers hurriedly tried to smooth things over. “This is Mr. Greene and Miss Wright’s engagement party! What’s a nobody like you doing here? Shoo, get lost!” “Security! Get this madwoman out of here!” The guards grabbed Gwen’s arms and tried to drag her out, but she kept struggling, looking at me pleadingly.