Jacqueline Winspear Accident Novels & Stories

Morgan wouldn't be there forever and if Vince was going to take his place, he would have to be comfortable with public appearances. "No. After Marc's death, I crossed a line I should never have even stepped up to." "Still holding on?" Maybe that was why the woman was such a cold fish. "Tighter than ever," Vince said with a nod. "Her husband and daughter were both killed in a plane crash and Jacqui blames herself for not being with them. But any more of that story is hers to tell. Just tread carefully. She's never really moved past it."

Nevertheless, she greeted the visitor with a smile, suppressing the discomfort in her body. "Why didn't you tell me about your accident?" Quincy reproached lightly as he helped her lean against the soft pillow. A tinge of anger flashed through his gentle eyebrows, displeased with her concealment. "Quincy, I just woke up this morning." Jessica smiled, "I'm really sorry for making you worry!"

Hazel frowned. She did not expect that just as she was about to prove her innocence, something else would happen. However, something else was Jacob’s wife, Jacqueline Ross. Jacob counted on his wife and would never question her, but he was very flirtatious, so she often caused trouble for him regardless of the occasion. When he saw Jacqueline walk in and she was angry, Jacob was so scared that he quickly released Hazel. “Jacqueline, this is a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding…”

The throbbing sensation from the wound on his waist caused him to inhale sharply. The pain was excruciating. Yet, at the mere thought of Millie, who had endured an even more severe injury, he chose to endure it. "I just saw Millie." Jake pointed outside. Winston looked up. "Winston, you might be unaware that Madam Layla was in a car accident. I just saw Millie, and she was not doing well." When Winston heard this, he felt very emotional. "Win, this… You two… Alas!" For a moment, Jake was at a loss for words.

Soon after, they heard the sound of glass shattering on the floor, followed by the loud, painful scream of Stella. It could've been me... Jacques wiped the corner of her eyes as she heard the unbearable wail of the woman. "Don't think too much, Jerina" Scarlett held Jacques's hand. "I think the camera she had was not to record you losing your composure but to record your death... Proof of death..." she let out a sigh. "I know..." Jacques let out a sigh. "It's all...unbelievable. Death knocked at my door in the form of a relative."

"Give me some of your food. I've got great news!" "What news?" Jennifer squinted at her. "You're not trying to trick me out of my food, are you?" Quincy couldn't hold back her laughter. "Justice is not blind after all!! Although she's not dead, she might as well be now!" "Who are you talking about?" Jennifer looked at her, puzzled. "Of course, the mistress! She had a car accident. Someone hit her, breaking both her legs!" "What?" Jennifer was surprised. "How did you find out?"

I watched her take the first spoonful, noting how her hands trembled slightly before she steadied herself. “Do you remember anything?” I asked quietly. Jacqueline’s brows knit. “Just the headlights. They came out of nowhere. Then… nothing.” I nodded, expression schooled. I wasn’t about to share what my gut screamed, that this wasn’t chance, wasn’t fate or bad luck. Someone wanted her hurt. Someone wanted her rattled. But if I planted that fear in her head now, it would only deepen the shadows already threatening her. She sighed, setting the spoon down. “Honestly, it feels surreal. One moment I was heading to the mall, thinking about groceries of all things, and the next…” She broke off, eyes

Another cut opened on Harley's neck. "Do you know?" Jacqueline snarled. "I would've gladly been your stand-in, just for a chance to be seen by him. But you couldn't even spare me that!" Cynthia's blood dripped down her face. The words crash, drown, collapse echoed in her mind—and suddenly, the "accidents" clicked together: the runaway truck, the strange waves when Harley fell into the water, the shelves collapsing in the warehouse. It was all her. "Choose!" Jacqueline screamed, the knife pressed to Harley's artery. "Jump—or watch your son's blood spray across this roof!"

Cole was standing with his friend Leonard and Leonard body was stained with red wine. She glance at Jacqueline, whose once smiling face had gotten cold as she held an apologetic face, then to her boss Cole who was prolly confused and must be wondering who Jacqueline is. He shot her a glare for an explanation. "Who the hell are you"? Cole asked giving Jacqueline a murderous glare. "She...." Tracy stuttered not finding the rightful words to say. "I'm Jacqueline, Tracy best friend" Jacqueline replied helping her out. "And am sorry for spilling the drink on you"she added apologizing, pointing her finger directly at Leonard whose eyes were shooting red already.

Raines shouldn't be happy either. Zach cast a sly glance at Sydney, who also had a sullen face, and inwardly spat, 'Damn it!’ "Who are you?" Julien narrowed his eyes at the woman. He knew who she was, but he pretended he didn't recognize her. His voice was cold. Sydney glanced at Julien. She was surprised that Julien didn't recognize the woman. Zach had told them that the person who caused their accident was a woman in a wheelchair. Even if Julien hadn't seen the woman's face, he would have recognized her from the wheelchair.