Jane Pittman True Story Novels & Stories

"It was just some homeless man. I really don't know why they even followed up on it. But I was blamed, and then put in jail. JAIL! When I got out, I was a laughingstock. No one wanted to know me. No one, not even the people I had made great. They all left me to rot. My daddy left with all the money he had and started over in another country. I had nothing. I have nothing and it's all your fault." At that point, she stood and charged at Pandora again, but Pandora easily deflected her arms, grabbed her, and held her down as Raegan hissed and growled at Pandora. "Oh shit!" she heard Milton say and he moved quickly to her, restraining Raegan. "I told you to stay away from this place," he said. "

The familiar black Panamera that had been parked at the Frost Group that evening didn’t even have its number plate affixed yet, was riddled with dents, and had become a heap of scrap metal. Inside the police station, a police officer led me to Jane. Jane, who was normally very lively, was now curled up alone in a corner. Her chin was resting on her pale wrist and her expression was distant. She seemed to be lost in thought. When she heard footsteps, she turned her head slightly. When she saw me, she immediately let out a bright smile. Approaching her with concern, I pointed outside. "Did you do that?" "She’s already confessed." A police officer interrupted before Jane could reply.

“First of all, how do you know? You were never meant to know and only a handful of people knew to begin with. Janie is dead and from what I understand she never spilled her guts about that. George, well, dead men tell no tales. You were too young to remember. The only living people other than myself would be . . . my old best friend and his wife.” “Jim and Katie Davis,” Beverly said solemnly. Her father blew out. “Jim had said that night . . . if you ever came to him as a grown woman and asked about . . . what had happened he was going to tell you the truth. That was his price for doing what I had asked him to help me do.” “That’s what he had told me. He told me everything that really happen

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

Jane responded, "So, this is your true colors. Xander must've been completely deceived by you. I'll make him realize what kind of a person you really are." "I know exactly what kind of a person she is." Nathan suddenly entered. He emotionlessly stared at Jane. "You lured me out to have someone kidnap Pax." Jane knew the people she sent had failed as Nathan found out her true intention. Jane panicked. "Xander, you mustn't get the wrong idea. How could I possibly kidnap my own grandson?"

Just before she could ask who she was when the woman slapped her in the face. “So you are the mistress of that fucking old man? Say, you said that there are a lot of men waiting to fuck you, then I will throw you in the pit of those men that I specifically went to find that are already waiting for you in the room I designed for you. You are very special, lady. I went through trouble to find all the men that you had an affair with.” The woman was Jane, who softly said to Vivian whose body was trembling upon the aura that Jane had despite being a Beta.

I could never forget her face. That’s when the door to my room slammed open, and Payton stood in the doorway, hysterically crying and shaken. "It’s her!" she uttered in a broken voice, making me rush to hug her. That woman! “It is Mrs. Pitt," I uttered under my breath, recalling that disgusting couple. She was not a saint. She was a horrible woman who had so many victims from adults to minors. I don't think I would even think twice before killing her myself if I faced her again.

"That was Ash's thing." "Who is Ash?" Steven asked. Jane felt she needed to honor Ash and teach for her? What else was she doing besides starving herself and living someone else's dream? "Jane's best friend, she died in the crash, too," Mrs. Johns said when I didn't answer. I turned and leaned against the table, feeling around for my cigarette and lighter. I needed a damn smoke, because obviously booze wasn't getting me anywhere other than passed out in my truck. "Take that outside," Mrs. Johns said. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

I wanted to know who lied and who helped. We worked fast. Lawyers, depositions, and record searches took three days. Adrian was released from prison and kept in protective custody while we investigated. Pink kept asking when she could see “Ms. Adrian.” I waited for the moment I would tell Adrian the truth. We found the nurse: Linda Patterson. She’d worked in the prison infirmary three years earlier. When we offered her immunity, she broke down. “I was paid fifty thousand dollars,” she said. “Brittany threatened me and I was desperate. She told me to tell Ms. Adrian Martinez that her baby had died and the police buried the baby. Then Martin Reeves also paid me fifty thousand dollars to kill t

Work was the only thing that could distract me from the women issues I was facing. Johnson returned to the pack two days later. When I saw his face, I knew he had discovered something. I took him to the woods outside the pack and asked him to spill after making sure there was no one nearby. Johnson told me that Jane had left willingly. In fact, she and Mark had stopped at a restaurant in the nearest small town. She had seemed happy and carefree, not like someone who was being held forcefully. Johnson found this out accidentally. He had been having lunch at the restaurant and staring at the photo when a waiter spoke to him, saying he knew the beautiful woman.