Jane-anne Deveraux Novels & Stories

It was the table not many dared to approach. Vivian Glass, the PR machine who lives in the future rather than the past and present ofcourse knew everything. She probably orchestrated and verified the news of Lucian and Seraphina's engagement hours before it hit the world. And Tina Devacruax? Even Serena knew that was a women who deemed herself above the game. Seraphina Devarcraux's Aunt and Devacruax Entertainments Key power holder—she was infamous for not having the most cordial relationship with anyone in Hollywood. Her niece, Seraphina included.

She noticed that Devlin was also there with a crippling dagger eyes on her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Parc. There was an emergency at home that I need to sort out” She said as she sat down next to Dan with a sweet smile on her face. “That is alright Ms. Devi. Everyone this is Ms. Jane Devi one of my executive assistants for the Marketing department.” Introducing her to the guest. Ms. Devi this is Snr. Franco Pascal and his staff, Snr. Pascal is the owner of the Hotel that I want to purchase in Spain.” He added.

“You were exceptional, as always.” Amélie froze, her smile faltering for the briefest second. The mayor blinked. “And you are—?” “Anna de Vries,” she replied, offering a handshake that somehow managed to be both polite and dominant. “My family represents several ventures involved in this summit. Chairman Sinclair and I go back years.” Instant recognition hit Laurent. His tone softened, his stance practically bowed. “Of course. The de Vries family — an honor. Paris welcomes you.” Anna’s lips curved. “The honor’s mine.”

after all Will had spoken to her about all this in the break room this afternoon "It's more like that," Marisa smiled. "Oh – you're next." Jane followed the production assistant who led her to her seat across from the reporter. She shook her hand and exchanged pleasantries with her before the segment started, sharply ignoring Marisa's thumbs up from offstage. "Welcome back. I'm Lane Harris and tonight I'm joined by Jane Arnault heiress and CEO of fashion Moët Hennessy. Welcome, Jane.” she hugged Jane gently with pleasantries and greeted her warmly then directed her towards the arm chair beside her

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

In the next two hours we were both ready. The venue was magnificent , chandeliers dripping crystal light, Cameras flash, Executives swarm. I shook hands, offered practiced smiles, and said all the right words. I was still saying hello to all the top business men who approached me until I heard a media personality say the name I dreaded so much. “Now let's welcome Éric Cerf with his pl us one Anbe Maria Duval.” As if answering my question, Éric introduced Anne as his wife.

Anna said, with a contemptuously look at King Cedric. "I see... Well, my name is Devora, nice to meet you, Jin. "Anna and king Cedric were surprised to hear the voice of a woman who seemed to be giggling while talking to Jin. They looked like high school students flirting on campus. They both show sweet smiles. The woman Jin is talking to, also has an extraordinary beauty and mannequin-like figure. She is wearing a white dress with the same design as Anna's. Her Goddess-like beauty and smooth complexion that looked like snow is obvious, because of her white dress. She looks like a snow goddess because of her radiant complexion and beauty. She is Devora.