Julia Macedo Novels & Stories

Knew with a certainty that made his blood run cold. He grabbed his phone and pulled up the research his men had compiled on Massimo's family. Julia Valentino, née Morrison. Age twenty-three. American. Married to Massimo Valentino two years ago in a private ceremony. One daughter, Isabella, born six months after the wedding. Six months after the wedding. Which meant she'd been pregnant when she married Massimo. Pregnant with a child conceived... Mikal did the math again, counting backwards from Isabella's birthday.

But the one on her right, she had become deathly still. “You can’t just come in here and bother my guests,” the elderly woman shouted as she followed along behind them. “Girls, I am sorry for this intrusion.” The girl on the right, the one who had become as still as a statue, suddenly flushed and said, “Don’t you worry, Martha. I know this man.” “Indeed,” was all that Julia said. “What are you doing here, Julio?” she asked sharply. Jackson knew from the images that this woman was none other than Natalia Cerone, Julio’s wife. She indeed was a beautiful woman. She also appeared to be extremely standoffish. It was times like these when he wondered if she shouldn’t have gone into another line of

he tried to clarify, realizing his previous remark sounded like a plea. Maddie clenched her teeth in frustration. ‘What an insensitive jerk!' She fumed internally. "Okay," Julia said, ceasing her actions and examining Maddie's expression. Her complexion had noticeably improved, and there seemed to be no significant issue. Maddie touched her belly and exclaimed, "The pain is really gone! Julia, you're incredible! Come on, tell me how you became acquainted with the Divine Doctor. When did you become her disciple? I'm dying to know! You're quite the master of keeping secrets."

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.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

he said. Julia sighed and looked at her boss. Even though he was in critical condition, his aide feared him. That was the level of power he wielded as a mafia boss. After some thought, she stood up and reluctantly followed Marcello out of the room. She did not want to leave, but she needed to if she wanted to avoid trouble. *** “What the hell happened?” Paloma asked when she caught sight of Julia. Julia let out a slight and weary smile. “A lot. But before that, how was your holiday?” she asked her.

Cheers. "She is Julia Porto, and she is one of those who had been affected by the Blitzkrieg," he announced. He scoffed when suddenly, the whole coliseum experienced one eerie silence. Obviously, they know what it means. "Politically, she should be untouchable. But Darkens… aren't good politicians." Cheers and jeers. He laughed with them. "Julia Porto, for those who had attended the summit, is the girl who graced us with her obstinacy," he grinned in amusement, "She is a mighty woman. We shall be graced with powerful offspring, have no doubts. They'd be even more powerful than I."

THIRD P. O. V "How's life been treating you, cuz?" Julia asked as she sat on the couch. Malia took a seat next to Julia, trying to think of something to say. She didn't know much about Bianca's personal life, but she knew she had to keep up the act. "It's been good, Julia. Just busy with work and stuff. Julia nodded enthusiastically, "I know the feeling! I've been swamped with my own projects lately. But hey, speaking of work, I heard you're working with that new designer, Marco? "

" Madison says dryly. Meanwhile, Raphael who seemed frustrated, especially with her constant complaints, moves back. "Juliet is my cousin! There is nothing if that sort going on." Raphael tries to explains. "But she is adopted. Which gives us high chances." This statement, makes Raphael pause. He turns to her direction, obviously trying to comprehend what he just heard. "Madi, where did you get that from?" Raphael suddenly asks. "You thinks I won't find out. There is no need trying to hide it. I heard it from Alexandra, by the way. So I believe it's legit." Madison says body.

i state. “Yes, you are right. Madame Cecilia was a genius and kind woman. She will be missed.” “I am sorry, but i didn’t recognise you.” I say. “Of course, you won’t! I am Julia, I was her physiotherapist. She told me about you when you were studying in Harvard!” Julia explains. “Oh! Thank you for your services.” “It was nothing. She was like me Grandmother too.” she smiles. I smile straight at her but Oliver distracts us, “Blaine! We have some important guests to take care.”