Gwen Shamblin Story Novels & Stories

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

“I thought a lot about it last night. I’ve decided to tell you everything that happened that night. Including… what I know about Xena.” Layla’s interest piqued. “So she was involved?” she thought. Gwen nodded and began to lay it all out. She explained how she had accepted Xena’s invitation for an interview, only to later discover that Xena had seized the Xander family assets through underhanded means. Gwen had initially wanted to expose the truth but was eventually threatened into silence. She told the story with clarity and structure. It wasn’t hard to follow. She was, after all, a professional journalist.

I asked, keeping my voice even as I turned to Sheila. Sheila hesitated, glancing at Gwen before meeting my eyes. “Gwen showed up out of nowhere and started accusing me of stealing the company gala planning job,” she explained. “She was furious that your grandparents assigned it to me, and she tried to fight me over it. Anna stepped in to help, but no one attacked her.” I looked back at Gwen, whose tear-streaked face was starting to show cracks in her performance. Her eyes darted between me and Sheila, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind, trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

She placed her glass down carefully, eyes locking with mine, steady, calm, lethal. “That was until you stabbed me in the back by sleeping with my boyfriend.” The fork slipped from my hand and clattered onto the plate. My blood turned to ice. “I…I don’t…” “Don’t act surprised, Shay,” Gwen continued, leaning back almost casually. “It’s not like you were brainwashed when you were naked in bed with Hayden.” My throat closed. Shit. Shit. SHIT. How did she?…? “It’s funny,” Gwen said softly, almost disappointed. “I hoped you’d come clean. Make me believe you were actually sorry. But you didn’t. You kept it all to yourself. Like you don’t even feel a shred of guilt.”

Gwen and the others. "Samarah! Oh my god! Who did this to you?!" Mrs. Gwen's body trembled and tears fell on her cheeks. She didn't even dare to touch Samarah for fear of injuring her. Instead, she looked at the doctor she had forced to go with her. Mrs. Gwen got here as soon as possible when she received a message that Samarah was there on the rooftop being locked. It was from anonymous, and she didn't think too much about it and went directly to the rooftop with the people she found going to go with her.

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.

She was now wondering if he remembered that when picking the place. They got a table near the window that had an amazing view, and even though they caught a few eyes on the way, the people inside the restaurant seemed more concerned with their meals than the two new diners, which Gwen appreciated. She didn't want to make to the headlines on the next morning just because she was having dinner with her ex. "So… Are you not modeling anymore?" Finn asked as soon as the waiter served them wine and left the table. Gwen took a sip from her glass before answering. When they first met, Gwen was a burgeoning model and a spokeswoman for a cosmetic company.

How my health was getting worse and how Gwen rejected me for the second time. “Gwen was actually right, boss!” Fred said sternly. He stood up and walked towards a cabinet, pulling out a brown envelope. He brought out multiple pictures and medical reports. “Elena isn't pregnant. She lost the child before traveling to New York” Fred said, handing me over her medical report. “She had a miscarriage two days before she traveled to New York,” He explained. I read through the medical report and it was confirmed that her miscarriage was due to stress.

"Like seriously pretty. How do you get your skin to look like that?" "She was not talking to you, Sam. Leave us alone for a minute." Vincent's voice was firm. Not mean but definitely done with his sister's commentary. "But Vinceee!" Samantha whined. "I want to talk to her too! She is interesting! We never have interesting people here!" "She can stay," Shayla said quickly. "Leave her alone. I really do not mind." Samantha stuck her tongue out at Vincent triumphantly. "You are the billionaire Grayson Cross's wife, right?" Samantha asked. "Mrs. Shayla Cross. I saw the wedding on the news. Well, the part where it all went wrong. That was crazy! That woman just showed up with a kid and..."

She continued, "It hasn't even been a day since you got back. You should have gotten some rest at home. It would have been okay if you got here later in the afternoon." A day. These two simple words were like a blade that stabbed at Gwen's heart. Suddenly, she remembered the bet she had made with Caroline. It seemed that Caroline was going to lose the bet. Why couldn't Gwen feel happy about it, though? "Gather the shareholders for a meeting." "How about you?" "I'll listen in on the meeting from the room next door," said Gwen. "Don't tell them about this. Most of them are Caroline's followers and might not accept it if a stranger like me listens in on the meeting."