Novel & Cerita Jessica Chastain

Christian suggests. “That is what I was hoping, I just need to see what she thinks about it,” Carleton suggests, when we hear, “What I think about what?” from Jessica. He looks up and his eyes brighten at the sight before him. Jessica is stunning in a strapless black satin dress. He moves forward to meet her, leaning forward whispering something in her ear while she smiles and nods.

I simply stood at the corner and didn't approach, to avoid unnecessary trouble. The wealthy heiress, dressed in an outfit worth at least seven figures and around 23 or 24 years old, had a confident air about her delicate face. "Hey, you're Ryan's wife who's been hidden away for over three years, right?" I had originally just wanted to watch the drama unfold, but I ended up feeling a pang in my heart. Unexpectedly, without hesitation, Jessica lifted her chin proudly. "Yes, it's me. What about it?" She probably had never attended such occasions before, dressed meticulously in a deep V-neck dress that showcased her impressive career line and a high-slit design that teased her thighs.

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"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Claire Richmond... Charlie’s ex-wife, leaned casually against the doorframe, looking every bit the polished socialite in a sleek black dress. Her lips curved into a cool, amused smile as she watched them. Jessica’s eyes widened in pure panic as she tried to scramble off Charlie’s lap, her body jolting backward. But Charlie’s strong hands grabbed her hips, holding her firmly in place. He continued to thrust up harder, burying his cock even deeper inside her with a low, possessive growl.

They glanced at Jada with anger and disdain, believing Melissa's assessment of her character. Just then, Madam Aniston, her fury momentarily overshadowed by the opportunity to discredit Jada, nodded in agreement, saying, "Melissa is right. Chase needs someone who will support him, not someone who will drag him down. Jada, you have proven time and time again that you're not fit for the role. I won't allow you to tarnish his reputation any longer."

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

Just a couple of clients visiting; no big deal. Fiona shot back, "Who do you think Jessica is? She wouldn’t bother unless those men were worth her time. Even without looking, you can tell they're handsome by how eagerly she’s parading them around. She’s clearly hunting." Jessica was indeed a piece of work. With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen."

All these multiple questions flashed through my mind but the most concrete one of them all bugged me most. Who is J.T?

His hand settled on my waist, a possessive gesture that was part warning, part desire. "Exploring again?" he murmured against my ear. I turned, meeting his intense gaze. "Always." Manhattan's elite gathered for the Chen Foundation's annual charity gala. Billions would be pledged, alliances forged and broken within the span of a single evening. I wore a midnight blue Valentino gown that seemed to shimmer with secrets. Nathan's hand never left my waist – a clear message to everyone watching. Jessica Reid entered, her desperation masked by an expensive cocktail dress. Once powerful, now reduced to a social pariah. I remembered her from my previous life, but this time, I felt nothing but cold ca