Gwen Stacey Novels & Stories

she finally asked. “I’m Greyson’s personal secretary, Angelique Sloan.” I didn’t make my introduction. I don’t like talking with this woman. Gwynneth stopped walking as she turned around to face me. “Personal secretary? You?” A tiny smirk formed on her lips as she released a soft chuckle. “I doubt that Greyson would take a woman like you as his secretary. And there’s no way that he’d hire someone to be his aid,” she said. “That’s what everyone said,” I uttered.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

“How did you know about that?.” “Gwen, listen I've always known all about you before now.” “ I've been following you from the very first day you came to Lycester.” “ I promise you, I'm not a stalker.” “What!?.” “ Listen, it's hard to explain, but I work for the earth pack lady.” “She asked me to keep an eye on you and ensure I don't get seen or interfere with your life.” “She took me in when I got kicked out of my pack.” “I'm sorry.” “I know your life may be complicated right now, and may have also had serious setbacks over the past few days but I'm here to help.” “ I'm here to make you feel better.” “Your mate will be married to her soon. “I don't think it's something you should watch.”

When Gwen clears her throat as a cue for me to speak, I turn to her and smile, “I didn’t know you work as an assistant to an agent. Does Dad know? Because I think you told him you were working somewhere else. I just don’t remember where.” Her smile gets plastered on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Okay,” I just say, pretending to look around when in reality, I just want to wallop her head and run downstairs to tell Mikhail to get out of here. “Do you get commission when Jane makes a sale?” “Yes,” Gwen says, trying to make her tone light but her annoyance is simmering to the surface. “Yes, I do make lots of commission.” “Okay,” I say again, this time not adding anything m

Jennifer said staring at Rosy coldly. "I was able to find the original documents that name Mr Adam Shawn as the true owner of the Mingle International. It's not just that, I also found out that Mr Shawn is the true owner of Mr Mingle's house and it also had details of some properties we didn't know about," Rosy informed her.

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

She asked with a wary look, “Weston, this is Zack’s birthday party. How can you do something like this behind Gwen’s back?” Stella subconsciously explained, “Madam, you’ve misunderstood. I’ve nothing to do with him…” “Shut up! I’m talking to him. Who are you to speak!” Mrs. Cohen cut her off directly. Mrs. Cohen was a wife of the upper class and naturally had a commanding presence. Mr. Cohen stood beside his wife with the same cold face. He observed Weston and said, “Earlier, Gwen’s mom said she saw you two enter the room. I couldn’t believe it. What’s going on here?”

Stacey shouted, she couldn't believe her grandma. "Grandma stop it with that, he has nothing to do with that!" Stacey yelled, walking down the stairs while glaring at her grandma, with rage in her eyes. Seeing how defeated Stacey looked, a menacing grin appeared on Gwendolyn's face. 'Look at that, this trick still works….the same trick I used to keep her as a virgin all these years despite being married,' Gwendolyn thought. "Stacey Roth, if you don't want your soon to be ex husband to die, you'll do exactly what I tell you to do, you'll marry Caine!" Gwendolyn ordered taking out her cellphone.