Joe Goldberg Novels & Stories

" After hearing what Tessa had said, everyone in the office looked even more indignant. They all felt that I was being too greedy. "Exactly. Ms. Seinfeld's so rich. He should just say so if he wants money." "It's despicable of him to curse his mother for the sake of getting money." "I didn't know Ethan was like that. I used to bring him things to eat because he always seemed to be so frugal." "People like him deserve to get dumped by Ms. Seinfeld. He won't be able to stay in Jetland any longer." I looked at a colleague whom I had once been on very good terms with, yet he was stepping all over me just like the others right now.

Twenty gold diggers with twenty chat records finally showed me Jack's true colors. Jack snatched the phone from my father's hand, trembling and screaming, "You paid people to put on a show and slander me!" I almost laughed out loud. "Can chat records be faked? How could I have guessed you'd be this shameless so I could arrange all this beforehand?" Cyndi's face was ashen as she clicked on each of Jack's nude selfies, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked. "Is this what you call ‘only chatting for a bit’?"

I had finished reading and was prepared…somewhat. The car was more luxurious than the one I had ridden previously. The same man was on the driver’s seat again. There was another man whose name was James. He was probably a gamma. I let out a small sign as I decided to look at the file, just to occupy myself. Today, I was woken up by Clarissa, the file still in my hand and she had been worried that I would suffer pain in my neck because of how I had fallen asleep. The radio silence from Isaac felt odd but welcoming. I don’t think I could have tolerated his presence after that little incident.

“I was the one who called your university, Katerina, and I was the one who made all the payments and transactions based on Nathan’s orders. Do you really believe that I would want to harm you in any way? Fucks sake, the man is your husband and whatever you’re getting from him is your right to have…” “And that is why everyone here sees me as a bloody gold digger” I snapped as tears fell from my eyes. Us standing out on the sidewalk only made passerby neighbors look at us. However, neither one of them dared to look twice after earning glares from Carter “you can withdraw whatever you or Nathan paid, I don’t care, I don’t want this…”

Lucia also ignored my phone, she just took care of me all day and gave me love, while the time passed slowly. The next day I could walk and lie down in bed like a normal person, I no longer depended on Lucia to get up and change my clothes, I remembered how difficult it had been to live a few hours ago. However, when I left the room to join Matheus, my girlfriend's father was in the living room. He looked at me somewhat indignantly. "So you're Jared Ackerman?" "Uh... Yeah..." "The wolves in the woods are pretty weird, especially the ones in your family. Did you know your dad was a mobster and did time?"

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

Gold explains it to the people. "Gold Adana is everyone and no one." He explains. He's the combination of every people he has ever met. He's Jasmine because values his career, he's Joe because just like his father, he's insensitive and a coward. He's Mr. Healy since his ego is damn big, and he's Cleo because he's capable of loving someone so much. He's no one for the reason that in someone's life, he's just a person that populates the earth.

She picked up. “Hello, Chloé. Did you miss me?” I said coolly. “What do you want, Alex?” she snapped, her tone frosty, clipped. Chloé Hendrick Goldberg, CEO of Storm Publishing after her father, Hendrick Goldberg, died. Not long after he signed half the company over to me. The man was a snake, greedy and arrogant. He thought he could outplay me. He begged—begged—on his knees, crying about legacies and bloodlines.

We should get Alpha Elias, before he goes into hiding. “Or we just call him to come here. Going to him, he might have plans to overpower us.” We all agree with Oliver. So he call Alpha Elias. He shows up within an hour. He came into my office, I made it look like we need news on the invasion matter. Jayden serves him a cup of coffe. After few minutes, he’s passed out. “What did you do?” I ask Jayden, knowing he did something. “I’ve always wanted to try this new powdery stuff I got from your mom. It’s like a truth serum. He will be fine.”