Janice Litman Novels & Stories

Liliana was really lost in thought as the photographer approached her, "I did take a photo. Although it was only a few seconds, my technique was not bad." Liliana looked at Emmitt's back, "How can he treat me like this? It's just a hug!" "Ms. Russell, you have to know his woman is the CEO of the Murphy Real Estate Group, and she's even richer than our boss." Liliana secretly stamped her foot, sighing that it was unfair to give that woman such beauty, also such power, wealth and such a man. Even if she had a bit of money, she still live paycheck to paycheck.

: Jason Lawrence, CEO of JLS, and Zane Lawson, CEO of CZ Watches, both in love with the same woman? An incident occurred at the Delaine launch reception where Mr. Jason Lawrence publicly claimed to be legally married to Skylar Adams, CEO of Skylar Designs. Onlookers note they had never known him to be a married man, as he never appeared with his wife in public. A confrontation ensued, with Billionaire CEO of IND Technologies Ivan Dmitri stepping in to calm the situation.

Please join us in welcoming Melvis Blake. Selene, who was watching the news on her tablet at the loft, gasped loudly. “Melvis Blake?” Selene asked. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “Lucas, do you know who that is?” “I know the name,” Lucas said. He walked over to look at the screen. “She is a millionaire business woman. Very successful.” “She is the woman from the exhibition!” Selene cried out. Her face was full of joy. “Lucas, she is the one who bought my jewelry design. She paid ten million dollars for it. Nobody could believe it. It was the highest price anyone had ever paid for a piece at that show.”

Cynthia realized that she overthought things. After all, Leon was just an orphan. He did not have much of a background. Furthermore, Cynthia was the jewel of the Shears. She's not just immensely beautiful, but rich and powerful as well. She had so many men after her, so how could she have her eyes on the ordinary Leon?! "Janice, what are you working as right now?" Leon asked, wanting to know more about Janice. "Oh, I went into a big company after I graduated. I got quite lucky, and I'm already a department manager. I make a few thousand a month."

I'm dragged in his undertow, his hand still searing my back, my smile bolted into something I hope appears as composure. "Julian!" A woman descends. She is probably in her sixties. The diamonds on her suggest generational wealth. Her eyes flick to me, retract, then return. The flick lasts half a second and I register it in my brain. "Mrs. Van Andel. The benefit is exceptional." "We're honored you've graced us." Her gaze now fixed on me, evaluating. "And this is...?" "Lena Marchetti." He pronounces my name like a data point. Not a date. Not a partner. A companion. Deliberate ambiguity. "Lena, Beatrice Van Andel, chair of the institute's board."

Lucian seemed to be taken aback briefly, but he quickly smiled in relief. "I'm sorry for what I did. When our deal's over, please return the photos to me," Amelia added. "Amelia Amelia..." Lucian said. He paused before continuing, "I'm Lucian Zhan. I'm thirty years old and I'm the CEO of the Zhan Group. I wish our cooperation a pleasant one." He was the CEO of the Zhan Group! Amelia covered her mouth in shock. The Zhan Group was a household name in this city. They were the richest and most powerful of all. Why would Lucian want to get a fake wife then?

The red light blinked on, and Amina leaned forward, smile widening. “Welcome back, viewers. Today, we’re joined by the radiant and inspiring creative director of Lucian Luxe, Jennifer Sinclair. Jennifer, it’s been a great year for you—collaborations with Lucian True’s global brand, sold-out jewellery launches, and now whispers of a couture debut. Tell us, how are you feeling?” I let out a delicate laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Grateful, honestly. It’s been… intense, but I’ve always believed in working with intention and humility.”

The cream of New York society mingled with champagne flutes and expensive jewelry glittering under the lights. "Lucian, darling!" A woman with silver hair and pearls approached us. "How wonderful to see you." "Mrs. Whitmore," Lucian smiled, "I'd like you to meet Lexi Carter. Lexi, this is Dorothy Whitmore, she's on the board of the Morrison Foundation." "It's lovely to meet you, dear," Mrs. Whitmore said, but her eyes were calculating as they looked me up and down. "I've read so much about you in the papers."

She wondered. “You’re the first woman to step into the Crest mansion, Emily, did you know that?” Janet explained after noticing the doubts on Emily’s expression. “Really?” Emily asked, surprised. “Yes Emily, he likes you, even if he doesn’t show it. “ Janet said. “Lucas likes her? A multi billionaire? She’d never believe that, what was so special about her anyways,” Emily thought. She waved that idea off. Janet Ma might be mistaken, seeing as she wasn’t aware their union was built on a contract.

He finally led me away, following the same route we took here before, and soon, I was out of the penthouse. "That was close," I released the breath I'd been holding unknowingly, before I picked race, running as fast as my legs could carry me, and soon, I was out of the street. My name is Janice Ramos, twenty-five years old young lady trying to make ends meet. A jobless young lady that has yet been rejected everywhere I have been to in a bid to find a job, a jobless lady who now depended on men to provide for her poor family. That is who I am.