Janet Evanovich Stephanie Plum Novels & Stories

"I said that's enough, Emilia!" Jeremy shouted, standing up in anger. I sneered as I looked at him. "You're so unwilling to spare Julianne some money, yet you had the nerve to ask me to trade my life for hers?" "Who said you would need to trade your life?" Jeremy retorted irritatedly. "All you had to do was follow Irvin's plan—" He abruptly stopped. He didn't finish because he knew Irvin's plan had gone wrong. In fact, they all knew this. If I hadn't acted first and taken down Ms. Plume, I would likely be dead right now.

“Please, do I know you? I mean. Why do you want to see me?” “My name is Stephanie Jones. I was Evelyn Presley's ex secretary. I am here to tell you the truth you did not know.” “Truth?” Elizabeth muttered. Is there another thing hidden from her? Has she been living in shadow all these while. “Yes. I have committed a lot of crimes in this world. I thought that faking my death would make me escape from it. Because I do not want to continue doing dirty work for Evelyn, I faked my death. I have a life growing in me then, and my world at that time is not what I want to expose my child to. I was there in the hospital when Evelyn made you sign the divorce papers.”

Jenny didn't return to Evan's house when she left the hospital. Instead, she went to Walker Inc to look for Stephanie. Now, Stephanie was the general manager of Walker Inc, and although the Walkers were not yet well-known in Bardoff City, they were moving up in ranks each day. Looking at Stephanie, all dressed up and proper in her blazer, she exuded the air of a successful woman. "Stephanie, you are really amazing." Never had Jenny expected that there would be a day that Stephanie would become like this.

“It’s getting crowded in here.” I held the door for her, and she exited smoothly with me. “Could I speak with you for a moment? I promise it won’t take long.” “Oh? Uhm, s-sure…” I wasn’t sure about it, but I gave in since she looked desperate. Earlier, I heard the girls talking about Stephanie. It’s apparent that they did not like her, not to mention that Steph was involved in their husbands’ past relationships. Stephanie Colleman looks like Evita in her younger version but is sophisticated and flirty. I can’t deny that. You can sense her strong personality and confidence.

She turns to me, "and you-" "Um the name’s Evan?" "I want you to follow my instructions very carefully. I want this toilet sparkling when I return." "Of course ma'am." Finally she follows Harry out. Although I've acted differently I'm actually here because I’m on a mission to steal a goddamn car blueprint. I've been at this mansion for exactly fourteen days and what have I achieved? Jack. Shit. I can honestly say it's not my fault though. Janet is like an evil spirit monitoring my every move, I haven't had a single moment to get away. and the guards, the damn guards!

“I’ll let the police figure that out.” Stellar reached for her phone. Panic flashed across Janet’s face. In the next second, she turned and fled without looking back. That was as good as a confession. Stellar was furious. If she hadn’t seen the private message Stephen secretly sent her and rushed over in time, she couldn’t even imagine what might have happened. Janet had no sense of shame whatsoever! There was no way she’d let her get away with this. But there was no time to think. Stephen knocked her phone out of her hand.

"I was never after Liam's wealth, never will be." Plum looked away from her into the pool. The night air was cold, sailing on a gentle breeze. Elena was beginning to see her through a different eye. They were conversing as two women now, hierarchy aside. "I love Ethan," Plum finally said. "Who is Chris to you?" The maid turned swiftly to stare at Elena. She definitely hadn't seen that coming. "Chris? The bodyguard?" she asked. "I want an honest answer." Plum pursed her lips, rolling her tongue on the walls of her mouth.

Instead, he was changing the subject and questioning her in an exceedingly steadfast tone. Rose put down her cutlery and protested in a whisper. "Sir Ares, I may not be a 100 dollar bill that everyone likes, but that isn’t enough reason for me to go around offending people, right? Who is this Stephanie Stevens? How am I supposed to offend her when I don’t even know her?" Jay raised his eyes and eyed her suspiciously. "She’s the woman who tried to frame you and Sean yesterday."

3RD POV: “No, please,” Janet pleaded as she cut her off, raising her hands, “just hear me out.” She stood abruptly and began pacing. “I know it looks bad. I know the timing is terrible. But I didn’t shoot Elijah. I wasn’t even near the mansion that night. I was home! I swear it. And all these… accusations have turned everyone against me and that’s exactly what she wants.” Her voice cracked as she turned back.

“Whatever you have to say, make it quick. Emily’s got a ballet recital in an hour so if it’s not important, I’m hanging up.” “Good morning to you too, Scott.” Brayden said, pulling a bag of croissants from the fridge. “I promise that this isn’t a waste of time. I need information on someone. Her name is Stephanie.” “I’m not a miracle worker, Brayden.” I could almost hear the eye roll in Scott’s words. “I’m going to need more than just a first name to find somebody. Why are you even looking for this Stephanie person anyway?” Brayden paused. “Remember the woman that was murdered at Patterson Financial a little while back? Lara Sylvester?”