Jasinda Wilder Books Novels & Stories

It was clear without words that Jessica did not want to have a child. When the Wilder Group was first established, Linda was already pregnant with Jessica but still gave birth. Later, as the Wilder Group gradually stabilized, many companies outside were eyeing it greedily. Back then, those who didn't approve of your methods played very dirty. But she still had Sophie. "Being busy with work" was just an excuse nowadays for not wanting children.

'Is that from Chanelle," I ask in a whisper, and she nods. She sits down beside me, and I resist the urge to pick her up and put her on my lap. "I couldn't read it earlier, but I think I'm ready," Janelle says, and I nod. "I'm right here," I whisper, and she smiles at me before unfolding her sister's note. "Dear Jan, please don't hate me. I tried to stay clean, but I couldn't. I enjoy it.....I know you will be disappointed in me, and I know I promised I wouldn't do it again. Take care of my baby boy. Love him like I should have and give mom a hug for me. I know I failed her. I know I used her. I wish I was good like you. I wish I had dreams or goals. But I know once I get out, I will just do

​The woman in the chair leaned forward into the light. ​It wasn't a stranger. It was a version of Nora that looked ten years older, her eyes cold, her heart long ago turned to stone. ​"I am the Real Christina Wilder," the woman said. "The woman who actually lived the life you only wrote about. And I want my life back."

she whispered, walking from the room. ~~~ Jessica did not drink or smoke, but she craved a cigarette and a shot of crown. She always craved a cigarette and a shot of whiskey when dealing with Yada. Yada seemed to do that to her, drag her into her world and vices. She looked at the notebook, debating whether to keep reading or just shut it and forget she ever received it. Running her hands along her face, she just stared at the pages.

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

Chapter 16: The Midnight Laboratory The silence of St. Jude’s Hospital at midnight was an eerie, physical weight. The bustling hallways that had seen Jade’s triumph just hours earlier were now dim, lit only by the flickering blue hum of exit signs and the occasional soft squeak of a janitor’s cart in the distance. Jade moved through the shadows of the North Wing, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She wasn't here as the celebrated wife of Caspian or the "Genius Doctor" of the Gala. She was here as a thief of time, desperate to prove the secrets hidden within her mother’s scorched notebook.

Amara devoured the journal entries with a frantic desperation, each page turning faster than the last, as if the aged paper held the very air her mother once breathed. Sleep was a forgotten luxury. The opulent room, once a prison, now felt like a vault guarding terrifying secrets, and the journal, a fragile map to its hidden depths. With every word, the picture of Isabella Voss, the quiet artist from her hazy childhood memories, shattered and reformed into a woman of fierce passion, impossible choices, and heartbreaking secrets.

She couldn’t ask for more. Lately, Jussara had been spending more time in Gabriel’s office, where there was a cozy library. Although she had never been an avid reader, pregnancy awakened in her an interest in books she had never imagined. With a stack of the Fifty Shades of Grey series beside her, she lost herself in the reading, devouring page after page. With each new chapter, she felt her heart race and a subtle excitement grow, while the calm office was filled only with the soft sound of Gabriel typing on his computer.

That was the whole résumé. *Blend in. Drink your drink. Leave before midnight.* "Well. Look who crawled out of the library." The voice hit her before she even saw him. Deep. Lazy. Amused in the worst way. Jax Wilder. Star quarterback. Future Alpha King. The boy who had made her first week of college a slow, targeted nightmare — stolen notes, knocked-over lunch trays, comments about her secondhand sneakers loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear.