Halle Berry Novels & Stories

Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it. Hailey stood up and walked toward the window. Cole followed her nervously. “Ms. Arnold, please don’t do anything rash. Mr. Fisher specifically instructed me to ensure your safety…” Hailey did not respond. She looked out the window, her gaze landing on the massive billboard across the street. On it stood Jeremy, tall and composed in a custom-tailored suit. Beside him was a glamorous woman, Whitney Addams, the heiress of the Addams Group. Everyone said they were a perfect match—a power couple made in heaven. As for her, the woman who was legally Jeremy’s wife, no one even knew she existed.

I can see that she really wants to ask me to explain but doesn't want to make me uncomfortable so I tell her everything that happened at the Martinez mansion, what little there is to tell, at least. Quietly, Hailey gathers me into her hands and tucks my head beneath her chin. As tears well up in my eyes, I find myself thinking that something like this would never happen to Hailey. She is 5ft 10 inches tall, with rich creamy skin, and her natural blond hair has gold streaks in it. She is slim and curvy and has the face of a supermodel. Hailey is the sort of woman that makes heads turn and she certainly is not the sort of woman that anyone would call an underdressed, ugly swan.

Hailey grumbled, coming into the kitchen. “You were supposed to help us out,” I say, looking at her. She sighed. “I’m tired; Rosie is glued on my hips all day,” she says, showing me the vomit on her clothes. I laughed. Hailey is a 19-year-old and is in her first year in college studying business, and on the side she is also a model. She’s quite famous, and I am happy to see her grow. She is a reflection of me; the only difference is she’s happy and rich. While I was her age, I was suffering. Anyways, we are all proud of our model superstar.

I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of relief. - Our company had selected the recently popular male model, Barclay, as the spokesperson for our new product campaign. He was coming in that afternoon to sign the contract. Rumor had it that he had become famous overnight after a major international runway show and gained a massive fanbase. Before I could look through his profile, my boss called me into the conference room. I did not expect the great Barclay to actually be someone I already knew.

One that makes her look a lot like a British, her wavy hair making it's way to the front. Anny. "Enado Precious." She also has a blond curly hair like Mary, the only difference is the length. Mary's own is way more longer than her's. "Piper White." You know the bitch. Pipe. "Olivia smith." A dirty blond, very slim or perhaps bony Structure. She looks like a model already. Born a model I guess. Olive. "Hak Ah-in" white, cute, black haired and hot red lips. Just what you see in the movies.

Name: Ella Cadell Birthday: 04-08-1996 Sex: Female Nationality: American I thought this plan out very carefully with Delilah. We both knew the risks but still, it didn't stop us. And at this point, there was no going back. If I showed up at the penthouse, he would quite literally, like he calls it, put me back to my place. This package included hitting and hurting me in any other way possible. And he made sure that no bruises would be seen by other people. The security guard looked at my passport and then back at me.

Flash after flash illuminated the room as we posed with other attendees, soaking in the limelight and reveling in the moment. Amidst the crowd, Aunt Serene, beckoned me over. Her elegant gown shimmered in shades of emerald green, reflecting her timeless grace. She introduced me to several famous brand ambassadors, their names whispered in awe: Jacob Barnes, the iconic face of luxury watches; Isabella Martinez, renowned for her ethereal beauty and grace; and James Sullivan, a charismatic influencer with a magnetic smile.

I waved at Kim and she waved back equally. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed to grab my phone while the others chatted excitedly. While Hannah still couldn't believe that I was getting married to Harold Williams, Joanna, and Kim started hammering on the fact that I deserve it and would fit right into it. And Jemma wouldn't stop yarning about how handsome Harold is. I understood the girls' speculations regarding our secret wedding. After all, it was not photos of me and Harold that were all over the country but that of Brittany Raymond, the famous red-haired model and a Victorian secret model with the perfect Billionaire gentleman. Every lady's dream, Harold Williams.

I politely asked her and she looked like she was losing her patience. “Who else is my boyfriend? It’s your CEO! Don’t you know me?!” She raised her tone, capturing some of our people’s attention. “I would like to ask you to tone down your voice, ma’am, he’s still in the meeting and that is why I’m asking what your name is because I'm not familiar with you,” I told her. She couldn’t believe what I just said before removing her shades, my eyes widened after realizing who she was. “I’m Hayleigh Baltazar, the famous actress, and the youngest female billionaire,” She rolled her eyes.

The little girl nodded her head and had her dinner happily. ^^^^^ Sheila's POV: Six years later........ "Take care, my beautiful." Harry whispered in my ear, wrapping his hand around my swollen stomach. I furrowed my brows and looked back at him through the mirror. "How did you find me beautiful? I look like an elephant!!" I couldn't hide my anxiety but asked. I'm getting more weight day by day, everyone would have forgotten the skinny Sheila even I don't remember my old frame.