Novel & Cerita Julia Avery

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

“I’ll try. Ava said she’d help me get familiar with things. I think I’ll reach out to her today.” Julian’s expression stiffened. The easy smile disappeared, replaced by something colder, almost wary. “Are you Okay?” I asked worriedly. “Listen Sophia, there are few people you need to avoid in there,” he said flatly “ And Ava is one of them.” I blinked confused. “Why? She seemed sweet yesterday.” Julian set his tablet down, his jaw tight. “That’s exactly the point, Sophia. They appear all sweet, but they’ll make sure to stab you in the back when you least expect it. Ava is not your friend. She’s dangerous.”

After much effort, Avery finally managed to calm herself down. She then took out her phone and dialed Luna's number. "You need to get your work to me as soon as possible." "Why?" Luna asked. Avery took a deep breath. "I want to start promoting your work as soon as possible to prove to Julian that my judgment is right!" Luna picked up on Avery's unusual tone. "Is he still hoping you'll prioritize Aralyn's work?" Avery's expression gradually turned grim. "No, he doesn't even allow me to meet him in his office."

Her silence was thick with fury. “Maybe that’s why Sergei ditched you,” Lilia continued. “But I can help. Don’t you want your title back?” “I do,” Anya breathed, almost desperate. Lilia smiled. “Then end her.” She leaned in, gently brushing Anya’s messy hair back, stroking her cheek. The maid stepped forward and began reading: “Avery Wells. Twenty-three. Parents alive. Pizza restaurant owners. One estranged sister. Seven-year-old brother. Studied at Roosevelt College, Newark, New Jersey. Known for violent temper and street fighting. Sold into marriage to Sergei Kuznetsov as debt repayment—”

But Juliana's eyes were in search of only one person, which was her fiance, Adrian Butler. At last, she found her fiance talking to someone while drinking from the glass standing beside the table. Naturally, a smile appeared on her face and she walked to her fiance while other people were still looking at her. But soon the smile on her face changed into seriousness when she saw that her fiance was talking to… none other than Alice Rivera, the number one model and the only person who Juliana never liked. Maybe it was because of their past row which happened a few years ago when Alice didn't like Juliana's design or maybe Juliana never liked Alice because she saw that Alice has feelings for he

She dropped the files in her hands and rushed to his side, crouching down to press her hands on his knees. "Julian? What's wrong? Breathe—slowly—just breathe with me!" But this time, Julian's panic was beyond control. He pushed Avery away, his trembling fingers reaching toward the screen—slamming against the image of a woman in the photograph. Over and over. He grabbed his tablet, his fingers shaking as he typed: *Woman.* *The fire… that woman in the black dress… it's her!!!* Avery followed where his finger was pointing. In the photo, the woman stood among the crowd, raising a champagne glass, smiling with perfect elegance.

Since Avery had left, she would let it be, but she seemed to have other plans. "She wants Avery dead, Jack," Julian said as if he was reading my thoughts. "She wants her dead, and where do I get to see Avery? It feels like she had disappeared from the surface of the fucking earth!" "I am sorry, man," I said. "I wish I could help." Julian stared sharply at me, his eyes narrowed, "Maybe you can help." "What do you mean?" I asked him. He tilted his face in the air and sniffed. I did the same as well before letting out a relieved sigh. Avery's scent was currently not on me. That could be detrimental as Julian would know I had her with me. No amount of question would I be able to dodge would prov

she asked as she climbed onto the bed, her voice holding that innocent yet very pointed tone kids are famous for. Avery, quick on her feet, grabbed Julia and plopped her between us, strategically placing her on top of the sheets—while I was busy making sure I wasn’t about to expose more than just my love for this family. I managed to plant a quick kiss on Julia’s forehead, trying to stay cool. “Nothing!” Avery answered a bit too fast, her voice a tad higher than usual. “I was just… teaching Daddy how to ride a horse!” she blurted out, her eyes wide like she had just dropped the most genius cover story of all time.

Avery leaned into the touch unconsciously, drawing strength from it. “But I am not weak,” she read on, Julian’s defiance echoing across the years. “I have a plan. In three days, on my eighteenth birthday, I will be legally an adult. Clara is helping me. I’ll ask her to secure a ticket for me on a flight to Buenos Aires. From there, I will disappear. I will start a new life, a life where I can paint and create and breathe without the weight of her ambition crushing my lungs.” Tears began to well in Avery’s eyes, blurring the elegant script. One tear escaped and splashed onto the back of her hand. She angrily wiped it away, refusing to let her sorrow cloud her purpose.

Julia continued to talk, “You've had your own share of scandals and trust me, you're loved by people. You are seen as an influential woman, you know that?” “I don't know,” I replied weakly as I sipped on my drink. “You've been involved with big names so far!” Julia told me firmly. “Julian Holland, CEO of Empire Entertainment. Duncan Mann, CEO of Duck Entertainment. Yamamoto…” “Yeah! Yeah!” I exclaimed, cutting her short. “You are lucky, girl. I am envious,” Julia muttered. “And why would you be?” I asked.