Isley Pamela Novels & Stories

Her eyes darted across the faces in the small group in observation and she was pleased to see the flash of surprise across Rachel's face. “Had a bit of a car problem on my way. But I'm here now. I didn't miss much, did I?” Pamela asked, grinning widely. Her gaze briefly settled on each face. “You should have called.” Ashley told her. “I didn't want to bother you.” Pamela smiled with gratitude. Pamela turned to DJ. Her eyes appraised the length of him. “You look good. Now I can't figure out which of you is finer. Shirtless or the tux.” Her tone was light, playful with an underlying seriousness, meaning every word of her compliment to DJ.

Her face lights up and she waves enthusiastically at me, her red mouth wide open in a smile, showing off perfect white teeth. "Lily Heart?" she asks, her high-pitched voice, ringing with fake cheer pierces through the glass door. "I’m Pamela Jones. Mister Roarke sent me to help you out today. “We have a very busy, very exciting day planned! Shopping, hair, makeup, the works! And not a minute to waste."

So, this scent can only mean… “I hate it when people get comfortable in my position.” Isabel’s breathtaking voice said from behind him, clearing his suspicion. He swirled the chair around and came face to face with his beautiful mate. Her skin was smooth and spotless, free from any kind of cut or injury and perfectly tanned like the first time he saw her. Her black silken hair was neatly tied in her signature ponytail, while she gazed at him with her enchanting caramel orbs. After recovering from his surprised and speechless state, Dylan stood in front of Isabel in a flash, holding onto her hands, hoping deep down that this time he wasn’t seeing an imaginary Isabel.

“Mrs. Moses, are you not satisfied after last night and this morning?” “Don’t be impatient. Your husband still has a lot left. We can continue tonight.” Sally’s grip on her phone faltered, and she nearly threw her phone onto the ground. If it weren’t for the fact that Mr. Zimmer and the director were still in front of her, she would have started calling him a b*stard! Sighing, she pursed her lips and asked, “Is your client a man or a woman?” “A woman.” Elijah replied without hesitance. “She isn’t half as pretty or gentle as you.”

Then, barely, almost invisibly, one corner of her mouth moved. Lyra sat beside Zaric. Our adopted sister, twenty-five, with dark eyes and a calm demeanor. She looked at Romy with quiet, careful curiosity. Aaron was at the table's edge, straight-backed and professional as always. He gave Romy a single, measured nod. And then there was my mother. Pamela Vexley. She sat at the far end of the table in a column of immaculate, furious dignity. She sat at the head of the table, draped in diamonds and a pale blue dress that cost more than most humans earned in a year.

Chapter 37:Echoes of the Past The soft click of my keyboard filled the sunlit studio Damien had carved out for me in the penthouse. Natural light poured through skylights onto my drafting table, illuminating bold new designs—darker palettes, sharper lines, pieces that no longer apologized for taking up space. I was halfway through a campaign concept for a luxury client when my phone lit up with an unknown number. I almost ignored it. But something made me answer. “Isla Harper.” The woman’s voice was polished, laced with ice. “This is Elena Voss. I believe it’s time we spoke.”

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

Only Alek showed no surprise. “You know this, Cider?” The person whose all attention to Alek asked. She had well-tanned skin, unusually appealing features, and a seductive aura. Alek did not know her nor even encountered her in Madam R’s club before. “You were with Mr. Sohal during the auction. You caught my attention, Miss Cider.” She walked towards Alek and Madam R slowly. Alek felt something bad would happen. The woman did not seem to be happy since the meeting started.

Isla Parker walked in. She was dressed in designer everything. Her makeup was flawless. Her hair fell in perfect waves. Her handbag probably cost more than most people made in a year. And she was walking straight toward my table. My hand tightened around the phone. "I'll call you back," I said. I ended the call before Poppy could respond. Isla stopped in front of me. Smiled down at me like we were old friends. "Tamsin," she said warmly. "What a lovely surprise."