Jane Marwood Stories Novels & Stories

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

Mara’s face lit up instantly. “Jane!” she said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around a woman who looked… polished. Jane hugged her back, one arm careful because she was holding a stack of books, leather-bound, heavy, the kind people carried to look important. “Good to see you outside your cave,” Mara teased. “Though judging by those books, you’re about to disappear again.” Jane smiled, tight and controlled. “Probably,” she said. “But I’ll make time for you two. I always do.”

"You know I gave you that key. You know I burned a page in my own fireplace rather than let a Kane or anyone else read it. You think I am a woman who has been quietly on your side for years. That is true. But I am also a coward, Neva, and I want you to know exactly how much of one." She unbuckled the bag. From beneath a false bottom of worn leather, she drew out a flat packet wrapped in oilcloth and tied with red twine. The cloth was stiff with age. The twine had faded nearly white. "Nineteen years ago I was a junior midwife at a birthing house in the northern territories," Marlow said quietly. "A very old house, very remote. A very important delivery. The senior midwife attended the mother

Inside were a dozen video files, each labeled by date. My hand shook as I clicked the first. My mother’s face filled the screen. She looked younger than the last time I saw her, her hair pinned back neatly, eyes clear but shadowed by worry. She was sitting in her bedroom, the wallpaper I remembered from childhood behind her. “If you’re watching this, Stella,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “then something has gone very wrong. I don’t want to frighten you, but I need you to understand. The Marwoods are not simply a powerful family. They are a dangerous one. I’ve seen too much to believe otherwise.”

Axel Blackwood had a mother, a powerful family, but legally, no father. Jane stared at the screen, her fury cooling into something harder. This wasn’t the story of a strong single mother. To her, it was a weakness, a secret. A woman who had a child with a man she didn’t know. A slow smile spread across her lips, ignoring the ache in her cheek. "So, the perfect Mandy Blackwood has a stain after all." Picking a fight in a bathroom was beneath her. Getting arrested for assault was for common people. She was Jane, soon to be Zayn’s wife, carrying his heir. She would act with caution.

Ted felt like he was getting to know Jane, and he was amazed by the depth of her emotions. The diary reveals Jane's struggles with Ted's mother, her feelings of isolation and loneliness in the mansion, and her deep love for Ted. Ted's eyes welled up with tears as he read about Jane's pain and heartache. A part of her diary that got him was, “My husband's mother thought I’m a gold digger. How can I prove to her I’m not what she thinks I am? Should I reveal the secret I buried in my heart? Ted's eyes widened as he read the passage, his mind racing with questions. What secret could Jane be hiding? Why had she never mentioned it to him before? He felt a pang of guilt for not being more supportiv

“Of course, she is different. She had always been so different from her husband. That woman doesn’t want to be around any businessmen aside from Gray and her father, Luffin Williams. She just wanted a peaceful life. That was far from the life of her husband.” The mention of my father’s name made me want to flee from this room. I slightly rotated my chair, hiding one of my eyes from the woman. I shouldn’t be emotional. I shouldn’t freaking cry right now. “Hmm… you seem to know a lot about the woman, huh? You’re the first person in this building who talked so much about her. I am so curious about Jane Moore because I can’t deny that we share the same face.”

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

"These pictures? They tell a story. A story about a gold-digging whore who seduced her fiancé's father on her wedding day. A woman who moved into his house, took his money, and got pregnant, all so she could trap him into marriage." "That's not true. That's not what happened." "Isn't it though? Think about how it looks, Jane. You've known my father for what, a few weeks? And in that time, you've moved into his house, started working for him, let him buy you expensive clothes and jewelry. Now you're pregnant. What do you think people will believe? Your version? Or mine?"