Gwen The Ex Files Novels & Stories

The assistant didn’t answer him, he just picked up the remote, pressed the play button and the whole room went dumb. A video of Gwen secretly planning on how to remove Aria from her position. Another gasp rippled across the room, some covered their faces in shame. Then, he slid to the next video of Gwen sneaking into Aria’s office to steal a file from her drawer. Gwen staggered backward, she wore shame like a second skin. “You knew all along… you played me! You stupid thing.” “If I hadn’t acted weak and dumb all along, I wouldn’t have succeeded in seeing how shameless and stupid you could be.”

" With a ding, the elevator doors opened. Gwyneth, seemingly unaware of his question, stepped out of the elevator and made her way to her office. For Wesley, who was accustomed to being brushed off, this was nothing new or unexpected. "How are things with the files? Any progress in the investigation?" Gwyneth sat in her chair in the CEO's office, exuding a completely different demeanor. After all, she was a firm believer in embracing life to the fullest and giving her work her utmost dedication. In response to her question, Wesley swiftly donned a serious expression and retrieved a stack of documents from his briefcase. "Boss, I've got some concerning news about Glen Corporation."

“Just hear from him?” “More like give him a detailed breakdown of the shithole he referred you too.” Gwen said her mind bluntly. I saw that coming. Yeah, she was right. Frankenstein needed to know. “But how are we going to get his number? And no, we are not going to Sun.” I made my mind clear. “Oh, no, we do not need to go to the goddamned company, not when I’ve got something else.” Gwen rose now and began searching among the heaps of papers by the corner of the room. “And what would that be?” I asked.

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.”

A demonstration of her reach. Just then, a sleek silver sedan pulled up, and a woman in a trench coat, trailed by a cameraman, jumped out. Caleb Thorne. His eyes found me immediately, sharp and calculating. He didn’t even bother with a greeting. “Gwen. A terrible tragedy. Any comment on the rumors?” I stared at him, numb. “What rumors?”

Max point of view I stared at the thick envelope on my desk, the law firm's name embossed in gold letters. My hands shook as I opened it, though I already knew what I'd find. "Mr. Graves?" My assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Your lawyer is here." Thomas Chen walked in, his face grim. "You've seen the papers?" "Just opening them now." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. "Martha Taylor isn't playing games anymore," Thomas said, sitting across from me. "She's demanding full financial support, retroactive payments for five years, and wants Nathan added to the Brown family trust."

Gwen reached out her right hand and gently lifted his face by placing her fingers under his chin. "I miss you, and Amber indirectly makes my job difficult," he confessed. "How?" Gwen stood up. "How can she make your work difficult when you told me she's just a secretary to your boss? You're the one in charge, working hand to hand with Mr Adrian.” "I am second in command to Adrian. I noticed that Amber purposely hid my files and refused to return them," he explained.

“Let him experience what it feels like to be ignored. Besides, I know exactly why he’s acting desperate now.” She had seen Ethan and Vanessa at the wedding reception. Their shocked faces had been more satisfying than she had imagined. The truth was, she had invited them on purpose. I wanted him to see exactly what he lost. And now, he’ll never get it back. “Noted, Master,” Red replied. Aurora set her phone down and picked up her tablet. “Give me an update on the Westmoor branch.” “Right away, Master.” A series of reports and financial records appeared on the screen. Aurora’s eyes skimmed through them until she saw something that made her pause.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

While you were bonding another person was stealing your spotlight. Elena's brows arched as a frown crossed her face. She typed ferociously. "Who is the bitch?" Eva: Your husband's ex wife.. Or should I say wife? Elena's face twisted into a scowl as she replied. "Send a link to the post." Typing... After a few seconds, Eva replied with a link. Elena tapped on it as fast as it popped into her phone and it led her to the biggest media page in the country: the pulse media page.