Jay Gatsby Real Name Novels & Stories

Vera said, crossing her arms over her chest. I sighed, trying to figure out how to start. "Vera, I know what I’m about to say may sound crazy, and you might think I’m only saying it to make Juliet hate her husband, but I’m not. I have no intention of doing that. But she has to know who he truly is." I paused briefly before continuing. "James Grigs isn’t who he pretends to be in front of you and Juliet. He is one of the toughest mafia lords from the south of Mexico before relocating to New York."

The stranger smiled. “Well, it would not be too forward if you tell me your name,” I said as I was talking with him. He smiled before he offered his hand. “Eliot Park, nice to meet you, Miss…” “Dyer, Daisy Dyer,” I said as I was shaking my hand with him. He smiled before he asked something unexpected. “Say, did your father named Jayson Will Dyer?” He asked as I was blinking at him. I nodded before he chuckled at me.

Jordan spat out, his anger now diverted to Gabby’s father. But before he could let his anger out, Gabby’s father raised his hand, stopping Jordan in his tracks. “I’m Joseph Gomez, one of the best lawyers in New York, I’m sure you heard about me.” He told Jordan, before he stepped towards Cathy. I could see the fear flicker in Jordan's eyes, a brief moment of vulnerability amidst his arrogance and cruelty. Because everyone knew Gabby’s father; he was indeed one of the most ruthless and successful lawyers in New York.

Gatsby always have trending news to tell, and everyone knows him to be a radio station that signals the hottest news to everyone in the clan. "Don't you run out of something to tell?" Ace asked, tucking his hands in his pants, as they walk. "As long as he's Gatsby the newscaster, he won't run out of something to say, so tell me Gatsby what news do you have to broadcast today?" Tornado asked. He's the youngest among the three, he has a blue bangs hair, which made him look like a teenager. "The boss ordered Miss. spitfire to be whipped to death" Gatsby broadcasted and Ace halted his feet immediately. "Why did the boss do that to her?" Ace asked worriedly.

Gabby said and smiled. "Please say it madam and I'll gladly do it." The maid said, playing with her fingers and smiling excitedly. "I need you to show me around. This house looks quite big. I don't want to get missing trying to find my way back." "Sure ma'am. Let's start from this room here. This is Sir Jay's room." The maid said pointing at Leone's room. "Sir Jay?" Gabby asked confused. "Yes. Your husband. Everyone at home calls him Sir Jay. His name is Jay Leone."

"Oh, nothing, just figure of speech. I have a lot on my mind." "Who is this Kenedy?" she asked, confused, with her phone in her hands. "You had my phone?" he asked when she raised the device, showing a message. He tried to take it, but Gaby didn't want to give it back, trying to escape him on the bed. "First tell me, who is he? Isn't it the fake name Richard uses?" she asked, moving her hand away each time Jayden tried to grab the device. "You..." he asserted, lifting her and throwing her on the bed, remaining on top of her.

Marrisa finally took a seat on the table a big smile plastered on her tiny face. "It's so good to have you guys here." "Hey," the brunette says, again. I resisted the urge to tell her to stand up because I - fuck, I don't why. When I didn't say anything she continued. "My name is Gabriella Gamberini." Gamberini, the name sounds familiar," as in Calvino Gamberini ?" Gamberini is a local businessman, corrupt but smart. "Yes, he's my father," she replies. "Okay, attention everyone. Before we start, I and my wife have some news."

Jasmine brought a glass of red wine to her lips and took a sip. “You read too many chick lits. There are so many people with the same first and last names under the sun, much less a surname. Bill Gates is one of the richest men, but do you think everybody with that last name is his family?” Jasmine smiled. “You have a point.” “My husband is a white-collar worker. He drives a national car that’s worth about a hundred and thirty thousand dollars. Do you think the heir of the Yorks would drive that sort of car? You have a wild imagination, don’t you?”

I asked, trying to keep my voice strong while my knees shook. Who was he? What have I done? Why had I thought that bringing a stranger to my house was a safe option? Whatever I’d felt for him the previous night had all gone out the window. Instead, I was starting to panic inside although I tried to keep a brave front. “You see,” he said with that same cunning smirk, his handsome featured turning rigid and cold. “My real name is Knight Tyson. Knight Blaze Tyson and I am the owner of Tyson Group of Industries.”

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.