Novel & Cerita Jillian Holtzmann

started Jillian, Kristina's bunkmate, "Easter! Anybody comin' to see ya?" Jillian was Mexican, around five years younger than Kristina and were both serving the same sentence except she had been charged with drug trafficking, murder and assault. Kristina shook her head in response and returned to the Danielle Steel novel she had been reading while lying with her back to the bed. "People gotta be out of their damn minds if they still wanna come to this shit hole, am I right?" added Jillian, not exactly expecting a response and turned to sketch something on the concrete wall.

Everything was small, coded, private. I clicked through anyway. A society column named The Lattice had a short post about Holt’s philanthropy donations here, investments there but not the party. Someone in the comments speculated it might be a black-and-gold gala at his penthouse. Someone else said it would be by invitation only, “if you’re not on the list, don’t even try.” The words felt like a slap and a dare at once. Then I tried event planners for Adrian Holt, and there it was—Allegra Events. A top-tier planning company that handled only private clients. I clicked through their site, scanned every line, and found the name I was looking for: Clara Monroe — Senior Coordinator.

“You mean with huge bank accounts and unlimited credit card limits?” Jill giggled. “It isn’t bad to dream about one of those kinds once in a while, you know.” She raised a brow at Jill. “Is Justin Adams on that list?” Jill grinned. “Topnotcher!” She went over to her desk and typed something on her keyboard. Then Jill gasped. After a while, a naughty grin spread across her face. “Well, hello, competition!” Jill turned her monitor towards Adrienne and she saw a picture of Jin Starck staring back at her. He had a boyish smile on his face and his eyes were a bluer shade of green.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."