Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

Then, softly, I whispered into the silence, “If it has to be Abu Dhabi… then fine. But I won’t go as her. Camilla is gone. Dead, burnt, and flushed away. I’ll go as Carla. As CJ Styles.” My reflection caught me in the darkened window. Stronger. Sharper. Colder. A woman carved from ashes. This wasn’t Camilla’s return. This was Carla Jepherson’s arrival. The weekend came quickly. As much as I wanted the award night to come, I dreaded meeting Maverick. All the days I lived in that house, I never actually knew where he worked but still, he was a freaking billionaire, for all I care, he may have been invited to the god damn award night. I closed early at noon and headed home to prepare for the ni

The car purred softly as it rolled out of the Musk estate gates, the early morning light spilling faintly across the sky. The chauffeur, a quiet man in a dark uniform, kept his eyes on the road, his gloved hands steady on the wheel. Inside the back seat, Amara sat by the window, her reflection faint against the glass. Cristy sat beside her, fiddling with the strap of her small bag, a trace of nervousness lingering in her features.

she asked back. While Caroline was on her way home from the station, she passed by the Swalesbury Gallery and caught Stevie and Jared descending the stairs to the basement. Then, after a while, many of the city's rich and famous appeared—business tycoons, elite families, and all sorts of suspects on the police's list were descending the same stairs.

“took you long enough, who’re you trying to impress, Camila? I swear Harry was as annoying as a fly. I pushed him against the wall and stared him in the face. “one more freaking word and I’m going to kill you” he nodded frantically and I let him go. I headed into the car and he entered the driver’s seat and drove off to the Romero empire. It was a large 24 story building, made of glass, at least most part of it.

She doesn't need anything else . Emily Saw Stacy and smiled .” Where's my Stanley cup , fill it up with strawberry juice ,a little bit cold . Let's go to AI .” Emily said smiling “ Yes ma'am , I'll inform Adam to prepare the car.” Stacy said leaving but Emily stopped her “ Where's Harry ?, he's the driver.” Emily asked “ He's with Mr Casper .” Stacy answered before leaving Stupid Casper , stealing her driver . Doesn't he have his own driver. Emily texted Susan before leaving the house . It became a habit .

Well, guess who has a four-horse carriage for her wedding now, huh? Jacques is not someone who takes petty revenge. But if a chance like this presents itself to her, then it can only be Karma paying her back, right? "No problem. We can ride the carriage," Jacques didn't deny. Jeremy got on the carriage first and helped Jacques up. She was a little scared at first but seeing Emma's highly disappointed face, she was pleased. A little more pleased than she should be. "Hi... Thank you..." With a wide smile, she gave the royal wave to everyone around.

Maverick spoke to Cameron for a short while, before he walked into the house to look around, before going to the yard. It was then he saw Mackenzie's phone ring. It was the Axford bastard calling again. What the fuck did he want from Mackenzie that his family had not already taken? He ended the call as soon as he could, and made his way to Mackenzie's small workshop in the yard. Calista and Mackenzie were there, just as Charlotte had said. Calista was the the first to catch sight of him. Her cheeks spread into a broad smile as she threw her arms wide open and ran towards him.

"I didn't see you coming." "What are you thinking that you didn't watch your front?" She showed concern. Carissa smiled insincerely, shaking her head. "Nothing, ma. I am fine," "I am sorry. Should I get you another coffee?" She stretched out her hands to collect the coffee cup, but Mrs. Charmaine declined. "Don't worry, you can go." "Thank you." Carissa appreciated. She took a step forward to enter the elevator and Mrs. Charmaine saw a birth-mark on her neck.

pointed Camilla quickly towards a red car not far ahead of them. "Pardon?" the taxi driver looked confused and clueless. "Please, follow that Mercedes Benz right now!" Camilla exclaimed in a half-squeal. "I'll pay double the price of the taxi fare!" Although still surprised, the taxi driver complied. "Alright, Miss," he stepped on the gas and drove the taxi forward. Taxi engine roaring as she speeds after Kariav's vehicle, Camilla is determined to find the truth. The chase begins, taking them through straight motorways, crowded city streets and busy intersections.