Jessica Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

Clinton's birthday dinner, he was still wearing a suit and shirt, apparently just coming home from work. I woke up when Mr. Wilson stood next to me, I shook Mr. Wilson's hand with a smile. "She's jesya. Keith's schoolmate, she also came over for my birthday dinner at that time." Mrs Julianna explained, answering a confused Mr Wilson. After hearing the explanation from his wife, "Ah yes, I remember. Hi, Jesya." Mr. Wilson looked at me, now he's not confused anymore. I smiled as I ducked. "Then I want to change first" said Mr Wilson, I nodded.

Lucas naturally knew about Jessica's return. Wearing a long green dress, Jessica stepped out of the elevator. Lucas glanced over and his golden eyes flickered, "Jessica." He walked straight over, Vincent opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything, and turned around to comfort the partner himself, "Mr. Wilcox, I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas ran into a friend and greeted them. Shall we go to the private room first?" Mr. Wilcox recognized it was Jessica. "Isn't that Ms. Hall? Didn't she have an accident?"

The wolf that arrived was none other than Richard Mills, Operations Director of Medcare Pharma. The room shifted at his presence. The crowd stepped aside to give him some space to approach us. “Mr. Mills! Good thing you came,” Jessica exclaimed. She and Mom stood up from the floor and walked toward him. Jessica put on that innocent smile once again as she began to slander me in front of Mr. Mills. “That woman over there,” Jessica said as she pointed at me again, “is a homewrecker and an unfilial daughter. She’s a disgrace. She’s only here because some old businessman probably bought her a ticket after selling herself to him.”

Jessica pulled Wilson up and snapped at our parents, her voice sharp with defiance. "That's enough. Stop begging them. If this is what family looks like, we're better off without it. Wilson, let's go." I turned away, disgust rising in my throat. I couldn't stand to watch their act of devotion any longer. In my previous life, when Jessica tortured me to death, she kept saying, "Wilson's suicide note said it was all your plan! You staged everything just to get me away from him so you could hurt him. You're the vicious one who killed Wilson and ruined Mom."

But Jessica, as always, had never been one to follow subtle instructions. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table with a grin that carried a bit too much enthusiasm. “Well,” she said casually, “it’s a good thing you remember her.” Joseph shot her a warning look immediately. But Jessica simply shrugged. “Because NULLWRAITH is the deal now,” she continued brightly. Her voice carried excitement, as if she were discussing a trending headline. “Every organization out there wants to work with her.” She gestured lightly with her fork. “You’re lucky to have a woman like that by your side.”

I uttered. The taller man asked carefully, "Do you want us to make contact?" "Not yet," I said. "Patience. Let Jake cage her again. When she feels trapped and feels suffocated, she will remember this card. And she will reach out," I said. I placed the card back on the desk, my smile returning. "Jessica Wilson is not just Jake's wife, but she's something far more important and I intend to use her well," I announced. The room was quiet now. My men exchanged a glance, then nodded.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

mr white confirmed his tone as serious as ever,he was willing to out in all effort to make sure this meeting went well. "Really?" Jessy asked sarcastically, even though she didn't know who mr white was referring to she wondered what on earth he must have thought about her. "I do not have an enemy and I think this meeting is a mistake!" Jessica said and immediately stood up to take her leave and Mr white tried to stop her. "Isabella works for me and i know that you want her out of Vincent's life!" Mr white noted and as she heard those words Jessica halted in her path.