Jacqueline Winspear Accident Novels & Stories

"How did she end up in a car accident? And how did you find out?" Wendy handed her phone, which showed the news about Jeana's accident, to Yvette. The article stated that Jeana, having been slandered as a mistress, seemed emotionally distraught and might have intentionally driven into a small car. Previously, another trending news topic had accused Jeana of being involved with Tristan, but that rumor had since been debunked and removed. Yvette sensed that the situation might be more complicated than it appeared. Wendy continued, "Ms. Churchill had saved my number. After the accident, the hospital called me to inform me about it."

"Do you have any idea why I stepped out just now?" He slowly pushed himself to his feet, his shoulders trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. "Jackie was in a car accident. Her car went over the edge of Firston Bridge, plunging straight into the river. There's a good chance she's gone along with the baby!" Lydia's eyes went wide. What? Along with the baby?

It had to be a serious matter. "What exactly happened, Mr. Zimmerman?" Jacqueline hastily helped him up. In a trembling voice, Morgan said, "Mr. Fordham Senior was in a private jet. Midflight, the private jet caught fire and exploded!" "W-What!" Jacqueline fainted on the spot. "Jacqueline!" Avery carried her in his arms. The Fordhams, who were already a mess, found themselves in an even worse situation. Olivia strode forward. After checking Jacqueline, she said, "Don't worry, she just fainted from too much shock. Let her rest and she'll wake up on her own."

Remo's eyes widened at the realization and for the first time in his life, he realized he should never make presumptions about people. Remo: Tried killing you. What did they do? Jacqueline: I was probably seven months old, and it was wintertime, my grandpa took me from the neighbors home who loved me a lot. He removed the scarf I was wearing and tried another one to my neck too tightly. Mom says I was unable to breathe when she found me. She was doing the dishes when an old woman who used to work in our home came to her and took me to mom. The old woman realized that I was suffocating and she told mom immediately. Mom says, her hands were trembling when she cut the cap from my head side beca

While the other dragged Zack's left foot to the lake's dock through the back door. Zack fights to breathe while crawling to resist his grandmother from dragging him down the lake with both hands. When he was wailing on the floor over Jackie's lifeless body, numbness struck his foot when he didn't realize Debbie had shot him. And everything happened so rapidly that he didn't have time to think about it. When he witnessed Jackie's terrible condition, time seemed to stand still for him. And it hasn't yet dawned on him whether anything he's seen is true.

~Jacqueline’s POV~ I was seated in the living room. I had a towel over my wet clothes. The air conditioner was set to warm, which kept me from freezing. Everyone had their eyes on me. Mrs. Cecilia entered the room, holding a tray. “Here the cuppa you requested. Hot just like you wanted.” She said calmly, placing the tray on the wooden stool. “Thanks.” I replied, wearing a smile. I picked up the cup slowly by the handle and held both sides of the cup. I felt the steam as it went up and blew some of it away. I took a sip out of it. Mm! That’s too hot. Now, I’ve burnt my tongue.

If not for my determination to die and the crystal pendant accidentally falling out the window during the tussle, I would already be six feet under! I clenched my fists with hatred at the thought of that. Lysander held my hand when he saw that and told me how Winston had met his end. It appeased me slightly to hear the terrible way he'd ended up. The following day, Lysander and I headed home. As soon as our plane landed, Jacqueline ran to us with a bouquet. She smiled, her eyes curving into half-moons when she saw my shaven head—I'd done it for my treatment.

The truck driver was Jackie's distant relative. My heart sank. And I thought that accident was, well, an accident. I never thought it was my husband's conspiracy to destroy my chances at having any children for life. I banged the bedroom door and roared, "Get out here, Jackie! I saw the videos! You two were behind the car crash, weren't you?" Jackie came in a moment later. He was indifferent and tried to take my phone away again. "You're persistent, Wisteria. A spare phone? Where'd you hide it?"

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Naomi Scoffed before corking the gun again," don't you think you are a more bigger wench than I am Jacqueline velazquez?it is only a wench who would use another person's life as bait just to get whatever they want but like I said I won't let you get away with this" " You are going to stand there and let this tramp talk to me as she wishes?" Jacqueline snapped angrily as she glared at her two sons but none of them was ready to even talk to her. They were only here to keep Naomi safe and nothing more, whatever she wanted to do, she was free. " I suggest you say your last prayers now ma'am and get ready for your torment in hell". Before anyone could say Jack , three loud gunshots were heard and