Janice Litman Novels & Stories

She paused, then asked cautiously, "But are you really okay with giving your husband up to another woman? Aren't you sad?" Janice said gently, "I'm doing everything for Wayne and the Brown family's sake. "If this would win Larissa over, making her serve the Brown family willingly, it would be okay for me to make a sacrifice." Janice lowered her head to hide the wicked look on her face. Ever since Wayne had seen Larissa at the party, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had secretly inquired about Larissa. Larissa was a member of royalty from Sisilia Island, as well as the chairwoman of a global conglomerate. She even had the 5G chip technology.

“Alicia.” I looked at him. "Not Lucy. Alicia." He set the page flat between us. "A woman who walked away from her marriage with nothing, no financial claims, no demands, nothing at all, and is now majority shareholder of one of the largest private companies in this country." He looked at me. "Her lead is going to stand in front of that jury and ask them to look at the complete picture. A woman who said she wanted nothing. Who built something independently. Who positioned herself until Richard Valentine's documentation handed her everything you spent your entire career building."

The prison library was small and under-stocked, but to Janice, it had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the dullness and potential violence of her day-to-day life. The librarian, Norma Schelle, was a short, boyish woman in her mid-twenties, with thick, black-framed glasses and a short pixie style haircut. She was also the bright point in a staff of people who always acted like they'd rather strike an inmate than smile at them.

"That's her! The president of the Lawson Group, Janette Lawson. The richest woman in the country!" Ivy shouted as she stared at Janette in shock. However, Chad was uninterested. He even avoided eye contact with Janette. Janette heard Ivy and turned over. She happened to glance at Chad. She looked at Chad for a moment, then greeted Matilda with a big hug. "Matilda, I haven't seen you for a long time." Matilda subconsciously looked at Chad, feeling perplexed.

Pausing, Lucy lifted her head and looked at Tina in confusion before turning to me tentatively. "Ms. Irene Stewart, also known by her initials, I.S., is the head designer of Lumina and is now in charge of their Pan-Anlatic operations. She's the designer Ms. Upton wishes to collaborate with." The words hit everyone in the room like a bolt of lightning. All of their expressions changed. Janice's jaw dropped. Just moments ago, she was busy making scathing remarks about me with an air of superiority, but now, her mouth had fallen so wide open that an egg could be stuffed into it.

Who knew where that woman had run off to now? Janice noticed the lack of reply but made no move to leave. She deftly switched the topic. “Mr. Tremont, I don’t think you remember me, but I remember you… I’ve always remembered you.” Mark looked at her warily. “Have we met?” Janice lifted her hand and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling shyly. “No… I was still studying then. My family wasn’t doing too well. Your financial aid helped me. You’ve helped so many people. I’m sure you don’t remember them all. That’s why I came to work in your company as soon as I graduated. I won’t let your goodwill go to waste. I’ll do my best.”

“Of course not, but—” Lucinda cut her off smoothly. “Did she whisper poison in your ear? Confess some grand scheme to turn Sean against the family?” Vivian clenched her jaw. “No.” “Well then.” Lucinda smiled sweetly. “Isn’t it funny how you didn’t see it, didn’t hear it, but you’re so sure it happened? Sounds to me like you’re the one trying to stir the pot.” Lucinda was no pushover. Born into the prestigious Lambert family and now one of the country’s biggest A-list actresses, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who never had to play nice with anyone—least of all the Jaspers' adopted daughter.

When. She had been expecting it. Seven years of expecting it, seven years of carrying something that did not belong to her because it had been put there by people who understood that the most reliable keeper of a secret is someone who cannot prove it is a secret and therefore cannot safely share it without looking like exactly the kind of person who invents things to damage other people. Janet Yuen was a retired nurse with a clean record and a quiet life in a small town forty minutes outside Hartford and absolutely nothing to gain from inventing anything. Which was precisely why Lila and whoever had planned this with her had calculated that her silence was secure.

"Tell me what you can about who Janice is, even if you can't explain everything." Elena seemed to relax slightly, as if she was relieved to have a question she could answer more fully. "Janice is one of the kindest people you'll ever meet," she began, a small smile playing at her lips. "She's fiercely loyal, brave to the point of recklessness sometimes, and she has a gift for making people feel safe and cared for. Lucas adores her because she treats him like he's the most important person in the world. She plays with him for hours, tells him stories, teaches him things about nature and animals."

The lady in white introduced herself shaking Jasmine's hand. Jasmine smiled awkwardly. Whenever she heard someone say' heard a lot ' she was aware it was not good. She had a bad reputation. Janice Norman?... Sasha Norman's stepmother. " I am sorry for your lost ma'am." Janice waved her hand dismissively like it was not a big deal. Her eyes diverted to her lit-up phone, and in a honeyed voice " Let the dead stay dead. Don't remain me, please. There is barbecue chicken at the back with lots of wine. Make yourself comfortable."