Jessica Vestal Daughter Age Novels & Stories

Wendy's anger burned like fire, but she couldn't deny the bitter truth—Jessica was the daughter of the richest man. Wendy yanked her arm out of Stanley's grasp and turned toward Jerry's tombstone. Looking at Jerry's photo, frozen in time with his gentle smile, she clenched her fist tightly. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm useless! But don't worry. No matter who Jessica's father is or what tricks she pulls, I'll avenge you. I promise!" In the photo, Jerry's kind eyes stared back at her, forever unable to offer any response.

Jessica said boldly, but with a hint of doubt swirling in her eyes. "And how do you intend to do that?" Camden looked at her challengingly. "I will make Zachary mate with me to break his bond with SunVille alpha, then I can infiltrate the pack from the inside." Jessica stated. She knew her father could never be proud of her no matter what she does. It all began when her mother died of an unknown illness when she was eight years old. She only knew her mother to be in a sick bed since she was little. The woman had developed an ailment after giving birth to Jessica, leaving her weaker as the years went on.

Jett's adopted son said as he raised three hands in the air. "Maybe she just went to cool off. I'll go search around the city too." Jett said, his voice low like he knew he shouldn't tick me off too. "You need to control your temper. You look more like Kael now." I ignored his comment and went back to my car. My hand gripped the wheel as I sat, staring ahead. Why was she suddenly doing this? A few hours later, I returned home. I sat down, got up, walked around and even decided to cook. Violet had called me earlier and talked to me. Made me see that Jessica was now a teenager. These things were part of her stage of growing up.

Cassius POV Callista's words hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. My daughter, Jessica, the little firecracker with eyes that mirrored the summer sky, was mine. A pup I hadn't known existed, a piece of me ripped away and hidden for years.

Nina probed. Jessica was stunned again. She smiled and told her daughter, "Soon. Daddy is not yet back, okay?" Nina looked at Jessica's face. She was already going to be four years old, and she believed her mother's words. "Okay, I am hungry, Mom," she said, and Jessica sent for their maid to bring their nighttime food. Jessica decided not to be sighing or thinking too much in the presence of her kids, as they would automatically assume that she was thinking about their father, which was true.

That was indeed the situation at the moment. Although James was surprised by Jessica's realm, he did not doubt it at all. After all, Jessica managed to block Kevin's angry blow, and that was the biggest proof. "Great! Amazing! This is just wonderful!" Soon, James let go of Jessica's wrist. He could not help but burst into laughter. Pride was written all over her face. "My daughter’s indeed extraordinary!" Moreover, Jessica was considered a genius not only in Evergreen Town but the entire Earlington of Efrax as she was able to ascend into the Pulse Control Realm at sixteen.

"She’s not as innocent as you think dad." Valeria rubbed her temples in frustration, "The only one being manipulated here is you, Jacob. By that bitch Jessica, she has no talent, no skills, she is nothing but a parasite." "Don’t call her that!" Jacob barked angrily at his mother, "Jessie is the true daughter of the Collins family. Ivory is just an adopted stray whose origins no one knows, my real fiancee is Jessie not that vixen Ivory."

She then knelt in front of Calysta, who was sitting on a small chair while playing with her doll. "Calysta, listen to Mommy," Jessica whispered, her voice extremely low, her eyes glancing sharply toward the staircase corridor. She stroked the child's hair with a smile that looked sweet but contained venom. "Later, when Mommy Ravelle comes down, you pretend to play tag with Aunt Soraya. Then, bump into Mommy Ravelle until she falls to the floor. Understand?" Calysta looked up, her pair of round eyes blinking innocently, but a flash of blind obedience emanated from them. The seven-year-old child nodded quickly. "Why do I have to bump into her, Mom?"

Rachael smirked. Jessica chuckled. “You’re more lively than I thought.” “Well, you’re the first actress I’m managing, and I want us to have a good working relationship,” Rachael said warmly. “Okay.” Jessica leaned closer. “Now that you know about my marriage, can I know a bit about yours?” “Well, I’m 24, married, and I have a cute six-year-old son. He’s a real darling,” Rachael said, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her child.

she pointed the dagger at Ethan’s bleeding body “he knows everything.” Jessica, Years Before,.. Jessica was younger then, barely twenty. She wore pearls around her neck, her dress neat and proper. To the world she was the daughter of Senator Carlisle, beautiful, privileged, untouchable. But beneath that mask, Jessica had been desperate. She sat at her father’s long dining table, staring at the man across from her. His name was Victor Hale. He was older, heavyset, with hands too quick and a laugh too loud. His eyes lingered on her too long. Her father had called him “a business ally.” Jessica had known better.