Jacqueline Paige Novels & Stories

Jacqueline’s POV The ride home felt longer than it should have. Not because of traffic, but because every block I passed seemed to whisper something I couldn’t unhear. Scandal. Affair. Corruption. By the time I got home, my nerves were steel-wrapped in silk. I dropped my bag, kicked off my heels, and turned on the TV, mostly out of habit, partly for noise. I should’ve known better. It didn’t take long. “…the rising scandal involving Jacqueline McCall, an accountant in the Phoenix Group fraud case, and the presiding judge, Henson Blackwood,” the anchor said, calm and rehearsed.

" Ma'am I saw Paige's gallery empty, I can't find her and I don't understand why she packed" She stepped out of the door closing the door behind her, "I drove her out, the whole neighborhood knew she is a scammer, so i told her to leave, finally she packed out today with the help of her new man, I thought it was you but looking at him closely he wasn't you, at the same time he looked familiar, I asked my son to check if he knows him and my son screamed saying he is the popular Basketball player who just won a Gold medal at the Olympics, Jack Stones" she replied.

She spat out while threatening to reach for the police line. “Let me guess, she lied to you? Your mother's full name is Queen Yvonne Harvey! She was suppose to be the next Queen of the Harland, before she ran off!” “So why exactly did you call me?” “I have been on a research and I found something really amazing that you'd want to know. From my statistics, you seem well acquainted with the young master of the Gray, Calven Gray, right?” Bruce smiled brightly, and scrolled through Paige's file on his table.

Jacqueline tilted her head, openly sizing Phoebe up. Jacqueline had to admit that when Phoebe worked with such intense focus, she seemed really smart. Paired with her looks and that cool composure, she was basically flawless. It reminded her of a striking painting, but one done in sharp, cutting strokes. Jacqueline had already dug up the dirt on Phoebe. She was divorced and had a younger brother, but she didn't have powerful parents or family backing. She was just a regular secretary who had been fortunate enough to often be by Gideon's side during work.

Though it's a win to sacrifice my life to claim hers. The agitated Leia raised her hand, wanting to slap Jacqueline again. Jacqueline was the most shameless person she had ever met. She orchestrated everything to ruin someone else's family, but she didn't feel guilty about it! She was even proud of her achievement! How disgusting! "Calm down, Ms. Miller," Brent cooed. Leia shut her eyes and put her hand down. "She's a calculating one. Don't untie her. If she escapes, things won't look good for us."

Just as Jenna was speaking with Madam Lilian and Trevor, Hansen left as he had some matters to attend to. After a while, Jaqueline came in gracefully. "Madam Lilian, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jaqueline Moore." Jaqueline came in and bowed respectfully to Madam Lilian and introduced herself with a smile after greeting Trevor and Marissa. She was born into a good family, was knowledgeable, and possessed good qualities and self-confidence. Therefore, in front of Madam Lilian, she was naturally well-mannered and considerate while flaring her style of a notable lady.

She took the early morning bus creating a new identity: Dora Myles, a grief counselor, hired part-time at Lynx office. She would work under a false name… and get close to everyone who betrayed her. Including Ray. And Jacqueline The mansion bloomed with white roses, gold banners, and cameras flashing. Influencers, celebrities, and business partners were in attendance. Jacqueline smiled through it all but kept one hand close to her phone. Rockson had sent a message. “Target can't be found. We've scheduled for a long time with No sight of her” Jacqueline sipped her wine and laughed for the cameras, but in her heart, as she felt safe at this point knowing her planning, we now smooth.

I leave the clothes and get up to speak with Paige. “Shakira, get dressed please.” I tell her and she once again is surprised to hear the word please. She huffs and puffs dramatically and begins to dress. “You are no fun.” She mumbles as she begins to dress. “What did you find?” I ask her. Paige pulls up her tablet and scrolls to show me the information. “She is a guest of Walter Vamperloo” Paige tells me. “She is his guest.”

"Tell me more about her past, Paul.Who are those ladies and how did she get to meet them?" "I'm not sure how she met them, but I do know they helped her achieve her dream of being a designer. Jacquine and Elizabeth are the names of the two women who helped Raquel. Jacquine is a top model in a Paris-based exclusive modeling agency. She introduced Raquel to several agents, who made her an offer to be their model,

Jacqueline was already sitting upright in bed, dabbing at her tears with a bandaged hand, the corner of her mouth curling into a vicious smirk. "Curtain's up." "You're insane!" Nicky's voice shook. "What if Marius finds out—" "Finds out what?" Jacqueline snapped, tearing off a length of gauze to reveal genuine bruises underneath. "You think I faked these?!" Her voice broke into a scream. "I feel like I'm dying! I won't stop until Cynthia's finished!" Nicky recoiled from her frenzy. "The story's already gone public…" Jacqueline stared out the window, her nails digging into her palms. "This time, I'll ruin her for good." Her breathing grew ragged, the bruises on her skin shifting like coiled s