Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

“It’s about a half mile from here.” Justin knew where it was. He pulled into the short driveway, and we stared at the old mansion badly in need of repairs. “This could be such a nice home,” I said. “They have enough money for its upkeep.” “I’ve heard stories about these people,” Justin said. “He spends all his money on mistresses, and she drinks.” “It looks like a sad place,” I observed. The house gave off negative vibes. Unhappy people live here. But when Amelia’s suspect, Clarissa Lang Farver, opened the door, she was way too happy.

His expression visibly hardened. Charlie, a major general from the founding era, exuded an even deadlier presence. He couldn't believe Carter dared harass them at their own doorstep. It seemed that Carter really had no respect for their family. Outside the estate, Carter had circled around for over an hour trying to find the Ravelle residence. After stepping out of the car and seeing the sprawling estate, he felt a sting of defeat. Even if the Jamison family hadn't gone bankrupt back then, he would never have lived in a place like this.

I lifted my body slightly to see what was happening. Seeing Camari exit the car in front of us, I finally understood. No wonder he considered this accident fortunate. Moreover, it wasn't his money that would be spent to pay for the repairs. They bowed at each other. I couldn't hear their conversation from this distance. But I wasn't curious, so I chose to wait in the car. After all, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable with my presence. But watching them walk toward the door at my side, I frowned. They didn't stop until they reached the passenger door. Was Jasper losing his mind? Why would he bring that woman to see me? The insane driver opened my door.

Emelia was out in ten minutes and, as expected, the cold demon of a husband stood by the car waiting. “I am tired. Could we do this another time?” she asked to get into the car. Fredrick didn't reply to her. “We can't, Mrs. Camfrey, you are expected at the pack house”. Kelvin started getting into the driver's seat. Emily watched the city display from the window, so much was playing in her head.

Disregarding the marked parking areas, it brazenly parked sideways in front of the studio, demonstrating utter arrogance and a disdain for the rules. "Mom, what sort of dump did that awful woman pick to live in? It's so remote, and the drive was pure torture!" A woman clad in a pink lace dress complained as she stepped out of the car, her eyes brimming with disdain as she stretched in discomfort. She was Jamie Emerson, Rose's sister from another mother. "It's because the housing in this area is affordable. That despicable woman is probably pinching pennies, maybe even saving for her dowry," commented a stout, stern-faced middle-aged woman walking closely behind. She was Lydia Carney, Jamie's

Mr Sampson pondered for a second, then said tentatively, "master Yates cars may not be able to meet your requirements, master Todd's ORV Grand Cherokee is parked in the garage, maybe you can drive his car?" does an ORV Grand Cherokee have anything to do with cheap and ordinary? however compared to the Lamborghini, Elsa did not hesitated to choose the ORV. although it was the best car that Elsa had drove. as she drove down the road, her mind started to wander. the more contact she had with Raymond, the more questions she had in mind. who is Raymond? "her fake husband" seemed to be a bigwig. is she messing with the wrong guy?

She said, "I'm not familiar with her husband. I heard he's from the countryside. He has no car, no house, and no savings. He also has a father with late-stage cancer." Everyone exchanged glances. … As they stepped out of the hotel, a luxury car pulled up and stopped in front of Jasper. Jasper opened the door for Imogen, but he was pulled aside. Imogen asked him cautiously, "Why did you order this kind of car?" Jasper frowned. He asked, "What's wrong with this car?" "This luxury car costs twice as much as a regular one." Jasper resigned as he smiled. Leading her into the car, he found an excuse, "I selected the wrong type by mistake. Since it's already ordered, let's just ride it."

She swung her head to the sides as she realized that Charlotte was the odd one amongst them. There was a Lexus ES250, a Ford pickup, a Chevrolet and a Mercedes Benz all lined up in the garage struggling for attention. "Charlotte, your presence must be intimidating these wannabe's. I pray they don't tell me to park you behind the mansion. Because, they'll definitely feel intimidated by you. I can feel it." Paige said sarcastically to her beloved Kia Rondo. A knock on the window brought her back to reality. She rolled down Charlotte's window and was faced by a man who introduced himself as Sherman, the butler of the house.

While Jessica smiled effortlessly, Lora couldn't help but have a sense of doubt on Damien. It was so easy but then what about Emily? It was had to say if Damien had other intentions but she didn't let her mind travel far besides rich men also have Mistresses outside of their marriage. Comforting herself with this thought, she too smiled. After their belongings were moved to the car, they drove for hours until the car finally came to a stop in front of the old age home. Jessica who expected to stop in front of a mansion blinked. " Step out" they heard a voice order.

she teased. Lucas chuckled. “She’s not wrong.” Damion slid into the car, adjusting the seat. “Home, Leonard.” “Yes, sir.” As the car moved through the city, Carmela stared out the window, her fingers curled over Damion’s. He didn’t let go. The mansion hadn’t changed. The staff had kept it polished and clean, as if waiting for a ghost to return. But when Damion stepped in, it didn’t feel haunted anymore. It felt warm.