Jessica Cunsolo Novels & Stories

JESSICA'S POV. A WEEK LATER. "Jessica," Daniel called from outside while I recited my prepared lines one last time in the living room mirror. "I'm Melissa and I'm an environmentalist who loves animals, children and works for an NGO." "Jessica please!" "I'm coming," I screamed, giving myself one last glance in the mirror.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

In addition to the crew, there were other people who had connections with Eliza who took videos and posted them online. For example, Gloria, the members of Super9 Group, and Yessenia Reyes. And Jessica as well. With the help of Luca and Shreya, Jessica was living a good life in Sage City. After she took her rest, she looked very good. Jessica sat on the bed in a large and loose hospital gown. No one could tell that she was pregnant. Jessica scolded those who spread rumors in front of the camera and even publicly criticized Sonya. "Don't come out to blackmail others, all right? Do you think you can really lie to everyone with your tricks after copying the slogan and fans' names? You are alway

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

He smiled at the woman, and she immediately blushed. Rowan stayed where he was, so she took the initiative and walked over, stopping right in front of him. “I’m Jessica,” she said with a smile, holding out her hand. “You can call me Jess. I’m Susan’s cousin.” Rowan took her hand, lifted it, and brushed a light kiss against her knuckles. “Rowan Jones,” he murmured, then asked casually, “Are you still in college?” Jessica nodded. With makeup that heavy, Rowan could not tell how old she was.

Selene greeted him with smile. “Good morning, what is your name?” “I am Selene Damon” “OK what are you doing in my company? You know it’s illegal to work in a company without being hired” “No sir I am working here as HR coordinator, here is my company ID card” she showed the card hanging on her neck. “Then what are you doing in..” he turned to Jessica and asked “What is your name?” “Jess…Jessica sir” “Right , what are you doing in Jessica’s cabin?”

First, he introduced Terry, then he introduced some of their institute's past projects. He did not forget to point out Jessica to Terry. He said, "This is Jessica, a young designer in our institute. She might be young, but her father is a famous designer in the industry. She's also won multiple awards overseas. Some of her designs are very creative. If you have the time, feel free to take a look, Mr. White." Jessica quickly stood up and presented herself in her best manner. "Nice to meet you, Mr. White. I'm Jessica Jordon. I look forward to learning from you."

Which would’ve been almost comforting, if it weren’t for the reason. Jessica, the PR consultant Damon had called in for “last minute coaching” didn't seem fazed by either of them as she stood across the dining table looking perfectly at ease, arms folded, one heel kicked lazily against the other. She was the picture of glossy professionalism—tan trench coat belted neatly around her waist, crisp white shirt underneath, high-waisted trousers and spotless loafers.Her hair slicked back into a bun so precise it looked mathematically aligned. She seemed like the kind of woman who ironed her thoughts before saying them.

Luna spoke as if thinking about something. “Who is this Jessica you’re talking about?” The detective asked at that moment. “She is the daughter of the Johnson family. She has always admired the President. However, the President already has a wife, but she is unwilling to give up,” Luna explained. “This is a possibility, but it’s not enough. We still need evidence. Besides, what we need to find now is not just the driver, but the mastermind behind this, and the person who called you!” As he spoke, the detective’s phone rang. He looked at it, then stood up. “Excuse me, I need to take this call.”