Jamal Murray Gf Novels & Stories

"See for yourself. Open any browser." Mia did as she was told, unlocking the phone using Angela's face ID. But before she could even click on an app, a notification popped up on the screen that read, "Real estate tycoon Stefan Jewell's son is set to be engaged to Riley Zamora." Mia's eyes widened instantly. She recognized the names mentioned and all the other words, but she couldn't wrap her head around the sentence. Zayn was getting engaged to Riley? How could that be?

"You would need the strength of the Hulk to do that. Take a look at this body. I haven't been gyming for no reason.” “Try Me.” “Ok, I'll be on my best behaviour starting now. Although I can't promise.” "You had better be,” I say, opening the door for me and going around to drive. The city lights glitter like a sea of stars as Jamal drives through the bustling streets of New York. "How do you feel about your last night being single?" Jamal asks, and I smile, content. “Pumped up! I can’t wait to get married to Patricia." "So you’re not going to miss your single life?”

he paused. "I'm sorry, Davina." "I'm glad Murray is alright. Would he be able to play the drums like he used to?" I was concerned. Jamal sighed. "Yes, he would. I just have to be around him a lot these days you know." He did have a kind heart, for someone as annoying as he was. I didn't know what else to say, maybe I should see Murray but I was no friend of Jamal neither was I Jamal's girlfriend. It would seem inappropriate to step out of my lane.

Real smooth! Those wedding pictures posted on the media stirred up an online buzz by the netizens. Within a few hours, it became the trending topic online as millions of comments kept surging out. Different speculations and questions were raised but the most prominent ones were; Who's the mysterious woman in the self-made billionaire's life? How come no one had ever seen or heard about her before? How come absolutely nothing has ever been heard about Mr. M.J Gallagher dating anyone but suddenly out of the blue, he's just married to a woman no one knows?!

Her breath hitched. The screen displayed a high-resolution photograph taken at an exclusive red-carpet gala in Manhattan from the night before. Standing front and center in the photo was Giordano, looking cold, dark, and impossibly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo. And wrapped tightly around his arm, wearing a low-cut crimson dress and a smug, sickening smirk, was Jamie. The headline below the image read: NEW POWER COUPLE: GIORDANO DE LUCA ANNOUNCES JAMIE TOYODA AS HIS NEW OFFICIAL PARTNER.

I smile when a voice interrupts the moment. “Does she now? And what do I have?” We both look up as Kelli—his stunning wife with dark chocolate skin, long legs, and a rack to die for—walks in, scowling. “You know you own my heart, baby,” Jameis says, scrambling to his feet. “Hmm, whatever, lover boy.” She frowns and turns to me. “Hey, Kelli.” I smile sweetly. We have a great relationship, and I know she’s just annoyed she hasn’t joined in more this week.

she added, picking her purse and keys from the counter and then heading out. “ Surprise date?” Gia asked, nibbling on her toast. “ Yeah, please don't tell her when she comes over.” " My lips are sealed,” she winked, carrying her breakfast tray upstairs to her room. Sisters. Jax muttered under his breath enjoying his breakfast. ~~~ “ I thought we were meeting tomorrow instead.” Kim said as she joined Jamal in his car. “ We were but something came up and I had to quickly notify you. I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused,” he apologised. Ever since she began talking to Jamal she didn't seem to worry about Calvin anymore.

It turns out Valerie and Celeste weren’t even in contact. Celeste wasn’t lying all those years. She genuinely had no idea where Valerie went. A part of me felt bad for thinking she was a liar. “You can’t tell her I said anything to you,” Celeste said as she was done spilling all the information. A satisfied smile tugged my lips. “Of course, I won’t say anything.” “She isn’t married but she is in a relationship with Jamal. I just thought I should let you know.” Nothing prepared me for the blow I felt when I heard she was with Jamal. My chest tightened and I could feel the air leaving my lungs.

Just a link, no text. I opened it, expecting security footage from my office. Instead, the video filled the screen— Amaya. Perfect hair, diamond earrings, red-carpet smile. Talking to reporters. Cameras flashing. “Yes,” she said, beaming. “I’m thrilled to share the news—Damien Vaughn and I are finally engaged.” I froze. The reporters shouted questions; microphones crowded closer as she lifted her left hand, showing off a massive ring I’d never seen before. My pulse hammered. “What the fuck…” I muttered under my breath.

However, I couldn't muster any joy, feeling as though my heart remained in Manhattan. One morning, as I watched the news, a piece of entertainment news caught my attention. ''The renowned model, Riley Coleman, has ended her relationship with Marcus Andretti. Rumors suggest Riley was unfaithful with a married doctor. We are still trying to obtain a response from both parties...'' My coffee cup hung suspended in mid-air as I stared at the woman's photo on the screen. I froze when her gaze met mine, causing my heart to skip a beat. It was unmistakable. That woman was Reese! The only difference was her hair, now blonde instead of ginger.