Jatt And Juliet 3 Novels & Stories

And once I become the leader, I’ll get rid of all of them. I got out of the car and walked along the street with my friends. Once again, I saw Anna with Gabriel and her loyal handmaiden, Isolde. My irritation boiled over. “Let’s go to the movies, the new one just came out,” one of my friends suggested. My eyes stayed fixed on Anna, Gabriel, and Isolde across the street as they entered a café. “You guys go ahead,” I said. “Come on, Nathaniel. It’ll be fun.”

-------- Plus a mixture of missed calls and messages from Jake and Manuel -------- Dude where are you?! --------- How long it take to drop off three girls bro? You stopped for a quickie?

And then, Troy Saltar, the man of legend, actually appeared. However, instead of saving Summer like she had claimed, he took the stand as a cooperating witness and delivered the final blow to both her and the Vantors. He admitted in court that Summer had approached him from the very beginning. Her goal had never been to marry into wealth. It had been revenge. She hated Dorian, but she hated me even more. She wanted to destroy all of us. She seduced Troy, got pregnant with his child, then orchestrated a chance encounter with Dorian, staging the perfect setup to marry upward while carrying someone else’s baby.

I shut my eyes tight for a second before turning to meet the sneering faces of the three girls who’ve made it their mission to make my life a living hell. Almost everyone in this school has an issue with me, but these three are in a league of their own. The girl in the middle particularly is their ringleader, Juliet. She dangles my scarf from her fingers with a disdainful smile, more like she is enjoying whatever expression must be on my face right now. "Well, well, well," Juliet drawls. "If it isn't the little mutt thief trying to scurry off."

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

Chapter Fourteen Juliette: I feel so cheated Hawk is already stealing you away from me. What does he have that I don't? Me: that's easy - a dick Juliette: b*tch. I chuckled to myself at Juliette's dramatics before shoving my phone back into my pocket. Today was my first 'class' with Hawk, so I had to bail from hanging out with my friends at Juliette's after school. Now, though, I returned my attention to the movie we were watching, specifically the third movie - each one sappier than the preceding one. I reached for the bowl of popcorn at the same time as Hawk - our fingers gently brushed against each other’s in the process, leaving a small tingling sensation.

## ##Julia: What kind of plans? ##Massimo: The kind that involve showing you off to important people. Some of my friends and business business partners wants to see you. Don't disappoint me.## Julia's hands shook as she typed back. ##Julia: Okay. Seven o'clock.## She couldn't do this. Couldn't smile and play the perfect girlfriend while a secret grew inside her. Couldn't face Massimo's friends knowing she was carrying the next generation of Valentinos and hadn't even told their friend yet. But she also couldn't avoid him. Massimo didn't accept avoidance. "What are you going to do?" Kate asked quietly. Julia looked at her reflection—pale, scared, pregnant with a crime boss's baby at twenty ye

“I’ll keep you safe. No matter what it costs” In another part of the city, a man in a dark suit placed a call. “It’s done,” he said. “The break is clean. Phase three can begin”. And far away, Celeste poured herself another glass of wine. The pieces were falling. The game board was set. But what she didn’t know? Juliette had just played her own move by pending a fake signature. And she was no longer playing by the rules.

Zara stared at the photo again. Quentin’s lifeless body. A perfect scene. No struggle, no mess—just death polished for headlines. Juliette had done this. Zara’s stomach clenched. Not because she was afraid—she was past that—but because she finally understood the stakes. Juliette wasn’t unraveling. She was executing a plan. And they were still playing checkers while she moved like a grandmaster. Zara’s phone rang. Roman again. “Tell me you’re still breathing,” he said when she answered.

Christopher and Margot dropped to their knees in front of my dad. "Mr. Warrington! Please—have mercy!" Margot grabbed his leg, ugly-crying. "We messed up! We were greedy and stupid! Please, don't let Jason go to prison—he's just a kid!" Christopher jumped in. "It's on us. We failed him. We'll do anything—just give him one more shot!" My dad kicked Margot's hand off, face stone cold.