Janine Carroll Novels & Stories

How could she not love him? If she did not love him, why would she be involved with him for so long? However… “Titus doesn’t love me. I’ve been a substitute since the beginning. He loves another woman.” Rivas was puzzled by what she said. “Miss Carol, are you talking about Aqua?” “Aqua and I are both substitutes for that woman.” “Who is that woman?” “Aquafina Grand.” Carol said, “Mr. Rivas, at this point, do you still intend to keep things from me? Grand Land International was built in her honor. Aqua and I look so much like Aquafina. If we are not substitutes, then what are we?”

Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting. A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Janette greeted him with a smile. “Aaron!” she said, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He honestly had no idea how old she was, but she appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Still fit and capable of decapitating a Vampire by any means necessary, though she’d always been known for her axe-wielding ability, the Hunter Leader was one of the most kind, considerate people he’d ever worked with.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Nevertheless, he answered the call. "Mr. Gray, sorry to bother you. I'm Janet Jimenez," a clear voice resonated from the other end. Zachary pondered for a long while before recalling who the caller was. Some time ago, Julie frequently complained to Zachary about her ineffective agent, who struggled to secure resources and often threw tantrums at her. In response, Zachary promptly switched her agent. Janet was widely recognized as a top-tier agent, showcasing exceptional business skills and maintaining a calm and composed demeanor in handling matters. She was hailed as the industry's guiding star.

FLASHBACK Paralyzed. The doctor had said her chances of walking again were slim. Of course, she would have to go to rehab and the longer she put it off, the slimmer her chances got. As if letting the nurses massage and exercise her legs would help her walk. How had she ended up like that? So helpless and useless? She was the great Genevieve Carter. The elegant, classy, beautiful wife of Edgar Carter, owner of Carter Industries, and mother to three wonderful children. Women were envious of her.

Finally, he is out from that boring life. "Mommy!" he shouted when he saw me. "Mommy come on dance with me this is so much fun." He said still dancing. I was about to go when my phone rang. I saw the caller id. It was ma’am Anupriya. My face instantly lit up. I knew she wouldn't be able to stay without talking to me. I picked up the call. "Nanny I knew you would call. I-" "Lilian, this is me Caro." Caroline is one of our neighbour in the apartment where Nanny is.

She replied as she pointed at Porter’s office door. Czarina smiled and nodded. “Thank you, uhm…” “Janine. Janine Kwon.” She introduced. Czarina smiled wider. “Thanks, Janine.” She said before walking to Porter’s office. All the employees looked to where Czarina is going before looking back at Janine. “Goodness! Janine! You know that girl?” Yasmin asked when Czarina got inside Porter’s office. Janine nodded. “She’s Mr. Kim’s ex.” She replied nonchalantly and continued her work. She didn’t know why there is this uncomfortable feeling growing inside her and she wanted to go inside and steal Porter away from Czarina’s sight.

Gray muttered under his breath. He believed that the woman was something else. He quickly took out the documents and saw her profile. She was a low-profile secretary for Keira Del Carlo. Suddenly, she had become the CEO of the Golden Age. She had raised the rating by another twenty percent in just a month. He could say that she was a genius—a genius with beautiful genes, from her face to her physical and sexual attraction. She was interesting.

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a soft tone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out of her apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the serene atmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing it to glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While she worked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frame and soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick, a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbed