Jane Villanueva Book Novels & Stories

"Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." I read the words twice, my throat tight. It wasn't just about letting Cillian succeed. It was the sudden, paralyzing paranoia that had taken root in my chest. I couldn’t even trust my own shadows anymore. Maybe the headlines were right. Maybe I was finally going crazy. Maybe the "Diamond Girl" had finally shattered under the pressure. "Food is ready," Jane reported, stepping back into the room. She was carrying a silver tray with a freshly made meal and my prenatal vitamins.

It was a waste of her energy to keep fighting them. Today's scene.... Jane was sitting in her office looking at the intelligence report the Vanessa had sent over. She did not completely trust Vanessa and she had also taken a step foward and collected her own data. As expected, Vanessa's report was vague and did not disclose everything. If they used the report that Vanessa had sent over, their mission will definitely fail and it will not look good on her and her team. Jane's eyes turned cold. This Vanessa was daring. How can she risk the life of her comrades because of some private feud?

Kane’s POV I stared at Jane while she leaned over the war table, her fingers tracing the red-inked routes she’d spent all night perfecting, her voice steady and precise as she explained the eastern flank’s weak points and the best chokeholds for an ambush. Her words flowed clean and tactical, perfect scout work and perfect strategy but I barely heard a damn thing. My head was full of her. Vivienne. The woman who’d lost her fucking mind last night, screaming Ivy’s name until her voice shredded, then turned that raw grief into rage and slapped me across the face like I was nothing more than an obstacle she wanted gone.

Not when everything he was offering was a lie. “I’m not yours,” Lian whispered, barely audible. Cheng’s eyes darkened. “Yet.” He stood, slowly, brushing his fingers along Lian’s jaw with casual confidence, then stepped away to pour himself another drink. Lian let out a slow exhale the moment his back was turned. “who was she by the way” Lian asked but got no reply. ………. THE HERNANDEZ VILLA……….. Vivian sat in a side lounge, legs crossed, eyes blankly watching the room. Her fingers drummed against her glass of champagne—untouched.

Her family's been a mess since she was little. [Her father abandoned her and her mother, her mom died after a long illness, and she worked three jobs to put herself through college. She's suffered so much!] [Her good days are coming! Once Nathan falls in love with her, nobody will ever dare bully her again!] [No! If Quinn protects her, what happens to the female lead's story? Villainess, get out of here!] Vivian looked up at me. Her eyes were slightly red, and drops of wine still clung to her lashes, yet her gaze remained clear and bright.

She was happy that it was Monday again and that she could go to work and feel wanted by her workers again. Oops! My bad, did I forget to mention that Miss Jane here, was the "CEO of J-Ventures" A successful company that deals with the buying and selling of cars all over the world. Her success both academically and financially, was among those things that attracted men to her, both rich and poor, but now that her fiancee had done this to her, she was already at the Verge of giving up on relationships.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

Interrupting the brief moment of silence that Zena enjoyed while tending to her rapidly healing wounds, Jane declared, "I also want to learn how to heal people with herbs." Zena's eyes registered surprise at Jane's unexpected statement. She hadn't anticipated such a request from the girl. In fact, Zena had never needed to learn how to heal with herbs herself; she had acquired her knowledge naturally, without the guidance of a master. It seemed that her time in captivity was revealing aspects of herself that she had previously overlooked. Most of her life had revolved around endless wars, leaving her with little knowledge of her own identity or personal preferences.

Eddie was silent for a moment before dialing Gabriel's number. "Mr. Hackett, Ms. Wilkie is downstairs at Nyce Tech and wants to see you." Soon after, Eddie hung up and told Jane, "Mr. Hackett is at Villa No. 1 in Fantas Paradise." Jane smirked. "Thank you, Mr. Morrison." She then got into the car and left. … Jane pulled up to Villa No. 1 in Fantas Paradise and couldn't help but feel conflicted as she gazed at the luxurious villa.

“Jane has been showing up where she shouldn’t. She walked into Ofelia’s apartment without permission. She left flowers outside my door. She made a scene at Ofelia’s workplace. She’s been manipulating everyone, including you.” Maureen’s fingers twitched on the linen napkin. “She told us… she’s been reconnecting with you. That the two of you, ” “She lied,” I said, voice calm but firm. “She’s created a fantasy where I’m hers. And you’ve been enabling it by treating Ofelia like some interloper.” “She’s not from our world,” Maureen murmured. “She’s from mine,” I said. “She’s kind, brilliant, and strong enough to handle the garbage Jane’s put her through without losing herself. You should be thank