Novel & Cerita Jessica Hall Series

The woman released her on purpose. Let them take her. John fired. Chaos exploded. Glass shattering.Men shouting. Jessica was dragged across the marble floor with her fingers clawing at nothing. She saw John fighting toward her.The woman stood still in the center of the storm—watching and smiling. The masked leader crouched in front of Jessica. His visor reflected her terrified face. “Hello, heir,” he said softly. And then—he removed his mask. Jessica’s scream tore the room apart. Because she knew that face. And he was supposed to be dead.

“Now.” He stood‌ up, u​nsteady but determi​ned, and wal​ke⁠d toward t​he door. Jimm⁠y a​nd Samanth‍a followed him in silence. Then— They r⁠eac​hed the​ hallw‍ay‍. A​ str‍etcher rushed past them. Jessic⁠a wa⁠s on it. Her nightdress was soaked w‍ith bl⁠ood. Her hand was p‍ressed to her side. Her face was pale.

Jessica's POV At 8 in the evening, I arrived at the gates of Hotel Presidential. As the taxi drove into the driveway and I slipped his cash through the headrest, I took a deep breath and turned to find the entrance. There were a swarm of people at the doors. Men and women dressed in elegant pieces matched their accessories and hairstyles. I walked in behind them, not fancily dressed but I was decent enough in my two piece suit and a black blouse underneath. My gift dangled in hand as I walked.

Not dramatic. Just… not amused. Jackson winced. “I’ll talk to her later.” “Good plan,” I said. “Preferably before she murders you with words.” “That woman is terrifying,” he muttered. “True love,” I replied solemnly. We both laughed, but then my attention drifted down the hallway. Because Jessa was walking toward us now. She wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t hiding. She was just… moving through the space like she belonged there. And yeah, people noticed.

The Lie I Told Jessica's POV The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of paper. I sat at the small desk by the window, a black file open in front of me. My fingers moved slowly across the pages, pausing as my eyes scanned each line. The sharp ring of my phone cut through the silence. I blinked, pulling back from my thoughts and reached for it. I glanced at the screen before answering, it was an unknown number. "Hello?" "Jessica Wilson?" A female voice asked from the other end, sharp but professional.

Then I grabbed a pair of boxer shorts. But when I unfolded them— I froze. The design printed all over them was unmistakable. Teletubbies. I stared. Then blinked. Then stared again. “…Seriously?” I chuckled to myself. Did Travis Villaflor secretly love Teletubbies? Now that was something I needed to investigate later. Still laughing softly, I put them on and headed downstairs. Travis’s mansion was enormous. I had been here before, but it still amazed me every time. The ceilings were high. The halls were wide. Everything looked expensive enough to buy a small island. As I reached the first floor, a delicious smell hit my nose. Food. Following the aroma like a cartoon character floating toward

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

"Thank you." "It's my duty, Miss Hall." Jessica smiled and said nothing. Ever since Jessica was exposed to be the daughter of the Hall family, everyone tried to play up to her. The sudden kindness didn't trouble Jessica much, though. The lunch meeting was about the land in the north of Los Angeles. Previously, Jessica was just a general manager of a branch of the Hall Group, so the other side was reluctant to meet her. But now everyone knows that Jessica was Morgan's only daughter. As soon as the message went out, the secretary of the other side called Wendy, asking to meet Jessica.

Jessica entered the room, finding Collins lounging on a sofa, surrounded by half-empty bottles and the remnants of a wild party. "Hello, Mr. Collins," Jessica purred, sauntering over to him. She offered him a drink, which he accepted eagerly, unaware that she had spiked it. Within minutes, Collins was unconscious. Jessica moved quickly, opening the window to signal Mikhail. He climbed in silently, his presence barely disturbing the curtains. Mikhail looked down at Collins, his expression cold. "Good work, Jessica," he said quietly. "Now, get out of here." Jessica nodded, her hands trembling slightly. She slipped out of the room as Mikhail drew his blade. With a swift, decisive motion, he sli

“What is the place?“ she asks him. “Where I keep the girls I want to sell, fortunately for me your cousin is here. Young and beautiful, the perfect specifics.“ “Kiara is not yours to sell,“ Jessica said loud enough as she walked ahead of him. “Where is she?“ this time around, the venom in her voice was not masked. It was slightly nerve-cracking that she was in the room as the woman she killed almost a year back. She would see the face of the woman she ran a knife through and tore her insides, yet she survived her assault. All those months, she thrived. Jessica felt her guts clenching; her palm reeked of sweat, and her skin washed with goosebumps. Using the little streak of light that escaped