Novel & Cerita Jack Sparrow Real Name

"If you hadn't reminded me, I might've forgotten. When we married three years ago, was it because of your ties to Peter? Did you approach me because of him? Even after I divorced him, you still stayed close. Was it all leading up to this day?" Jack's brows furrowed as his fists clenched. "Who told you all this? Don't you trust me?" "I wanted to trust you, but I can't." Tania's voice wavered. "You even approached me using a fake name. Trevon Holmes, was it? You're Jack, not Trevon, so you're not the man I thought I knew." "Tania, no matter what name I go by, I still love you."

Though he'd never seen Yaksha's face before, the latter's voice was beyond familiar to him. Phantom wasn't the only one stunned. Even Lucille, Mack, and Bethany were dumbstruck. Yaksha was a codename that everyone who had anything to do with the underworld would be familiar with. It was normal for Lucille to be unaware of the truth—she'd only been married to Spencer for a month and a half, after all. But the fact that even Mack and Bethany were unaware of Spencer's alter ego made it clear that he'd done a good job hiding the truth.

she said evenly, “you’re making a mistake. Alexander was never my real protector. My backer is someone even Alexander fears. Think very carefully before you touch me.” Anita narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “What are you talking about? You’re just a designer.” Ava met her stare, unwavering. “Jessica’s fleeing abroad, isn’t she? Didn’t she call you for help? I destroyed her and took over the Morales family business. My real name is Serena Ava Morales. I was Alexander Vanderbilt’s wife. Even if he hates me now, he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me because Cornelius Vanderbilt is behind me. That’s who I answer to.”

“He what?” “I'm just as surprised as you are. He doesn't even know his name.” I whispered. “Jesus.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “Jenna, who is he?” Caesar asked Jenna who shook her head. I cleared my throat and answered. “My name is Nathan Sharp but my undercover name is Joel Harper. I'm Caesar's shadow and his father's beta.” Jenna didn't look like she bought my story. I managed to change her mind after I showed her pictures of me and Caesar back in the Crescent Moon Pack.

And then the final piece dropped into our hands—a face-matched ID. Orion’s real name: **Sebastian Vaughn.** Former MI6. Declared dead in 2009. Reborn as a ghost. And now, the most wanted man on the planet. Adrian looked at me. “It’s time.” We booked a meeting with Interpol. With proof. With names. With the full truth. But as we left the building— A car exploded down the block. Then another. Sirens wailed. And a voice echoed from my phone.

Dante nodded at Jayden, he watched Jayden close the door behind him. Dante waited for Barbara's mail but he didn't receive any. "Shit! Why isn't she replying? I should mail her again." "Are you sleeping already? I need to tell you the truth about me, I want you to hear it from me and no one else. My real name is Dante Harold, CEO of Real Achiever's corporation, although Li Jun is also my name only a few people know me as that, I don't work for any of the agencies, titled rented boyfriend, I am sorry if I swindle you. I will explain more, after tomorrow or maybe, I should come to pick you up, so you be my date at the company's anniversary, I wanted to invite you but so many things at a time.

Jack asked, "Didn't you say on the phone that we were meeting for some very important business, and how did you get my number in the first place?" The conversation continued with Jade saying, "Well, that's going to be a secret until you agree to help me." Jack enquired, "In what way can I be of assistance to you?" She questioned, "You are aware of who Erin is, correct?" Jack inquired, "Who is Sparrow's girlfriend?" and Jade responded with a grin. She smirked, and Jack smiled as he said, "I'm going to kill her." The response from Jack was, "You don't look like someone who needs any help from me."

“I remember you called me before the attack telling me to go back to the headquarters. Who told you about the attack?” “My spy,” Smith replied. “He is not actually a spy but an acquaintance. His name is John Locke. Somehow, I found out he was related to the secret organisation and earlier today, I saw something on his website. He said he was going to hunt and I knew it was not normal animal hunting. I had a bad feeling it was human hunting and that was how I called you instantly.” I took a deep breath. “White Shark does not look convinced…” I said slowly. “You are someone I can trust, right?”

She shrieked, her brows pulled together tightly. "I'm sorry, Janice, I just thought -" "Thought what?" She cut him off, her eyes gleaming with betrayal and sadness. "Were you really thinking how I would feel being lied to all these while?" Her voice cracked with emotion as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. His heart broke, and he wished he could hug her so tight and not let go. He heaved a deep sigh. "Fine, here's the truth, Janice. My real name is Finn Orwells, and not Drake Hughen. I came in the guise of a horsekeepr to avenge my father, who your father killed."

Which could only mean one thing… Damn it! I was not the only one who used a fake name during our time in Paris! Jas Mathieu didn’t exist just like Arabella Adams. The man she actually fell in love with, the man she thought she might still be in love with… the father of her son is actually Jin Adrien Starck. Jas wasn’t his name. They were his initials. Adrienne started fixing Julianne’s slightly disheveled hair. “You need to compose yourself. We need to get out there. My Mom was quite concerned. Are you sure you’re okay now?”