Novel & Cerita Julia Stiles Young

My stomach twisted. “Oh my goodness, Felicia was right… she is so pretty. She looks like Latina Ariana grande with curly hair and hazel eyes. Her body is just like Tyla's. Also the bodyguards? She must be a rich kid,” Julia whispered beside me. “And the biker guy didn’t even glance at you. Wow...men". I want to go...away...out of here.

Hayes, standing in the reception area, talking quietly with Lila. Julian’s wife didn’t belong in this world of deadlines and corporate politics. She looked like she’d just stepped off a magazine cover—cream silk blouse, pearls, the kind of confidence that didn’t come from practice but from birthright. Her smile was as cold as ever. She didn’t see me at first, but I kept my head down, praying for invisibility.

Lester says in addition. I cross my arms in silence. I don't know what to respond to his words with. I’m still quite curious about what Ryle is working on, even though I don't quite have the right to know what it is. To distract myself from the unhealthy overthinking, I turn to Lester who’s just swaying his head to the jazz playing on the stereo. “Why? You must've expected somebody who's somewhat a daughter of a billionaire too,” I say confidently. “Well, no. I’m just an inner-city high schooler with an unfortunate past, yes.” “Damn, Stella. Your words sting.”

“You’ve been involved in every single phase of the project and know the mechanics inside out. I want you to represent our team on stage for the main presentation.” “Alright,” I replied, forcing a crisp nod. “Victoria, you have no idea how excited I am to go back,” Julian shared as we packed our gear. “I wonder if my daughter has missed me.” “You have a daughter?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “Yeah! She’s seven now, just about to start the first grade. Look, she’s absolutely adorable.” Julian pulled out his phone to show me his daughter’s photos—from when she was a few months old, to one, to two. Every single image carefully recorded her growth.

Still, this ache seemed to settle. She took another photo, one that clearly depicted the woman Adrian had cheated with. Julia Hall. Twenty-six years old. A junior associate at Beckett Holdings. Young, fresh, with a soft smile but sharp mind. Julia had wide brown eyes and a laugh Sophie had heard once at a company dinner, bright and unguarded, the kind of laugh that made strangers turn their heads. Sophie could almost understand it Sophie chuckled—it seemed Adrian wasn’t even aware that he had a type, because Julia Hall was exactly what Sophie used to be, years ago, back when she and Adrian were just college students.

Sophia stood herself up from her sitting position and was about to exit the room when she heard from the other end of the room. “He stabbed a man on his chest for four times, when he was as young as eleven years old.” Sophia terminated on her way out, the clutch trembled on her hand and Julia’s prior irritation was replaced by a contentment and relish. “Your so called husband, is a cold blooded murderer, at a very young age.” Smirking, Julia brought the wine glass near her nostrils and taking a brief whiff of it, she took a small amount of it in her mouth, savouring it.

She went into the room and dressed up in an elegant long white gown that was sweeping the floor. Anita helped with choosing the golden high heels and Anya did a great job with the makeup she did for her. She layered her neck and hands with a thick powder that didn’t let the scar on them show. “Now, you are good to go.” Anya smiled. Mila wanted to stand up, and Anita kneeled down in front of her. “Please, Mila dear, behave yourself there. Act like someone that is trained with money. I know you are bound by poverty, but please mind yourself.” She disgraced her with her words. She was trying to plead with her, but she was used to stoning abusive words, and she couldn’t help.

Julia nodded smiling and slowly closed her eyes back to rest. "Here are the reports miss" Joyce said gently placing a stack of documents on Juliet's table. Juliet nodded and waved her away still concentrating on the file she was reading. Joyce bowed a little and left, as soon as she left Juliet grabbed the documents and began to go through the profiles of the staffs carefully. Then she found Julia ownand pulled it out of the lot with an evil grin. Name: Julia Bacock Age:30 Area of study: Finance Address: flat 305 Adrina complex

“Really, Cassandra, that’s so thoughtful.” “Don’t mention it,” I waved my hand dismissively. Stella mouthed ‘thank you’ as she served us tea. I was happy to see that Julia looked well. A little pale and fragile, but she was clearly on the mend. I’d always been really fond of Julia. Stella’s parents divorced when she was very young and her dad took off, never to be heard from again. So Julia had been a single mother most of Stella’s life. We chatted well into the afternoon and ordered Chinese take-out for dinner. Shortly after dinner, Julia began to doze off, so Stella covered her in a blanket and Stella and I went upstairs to her bedroom so we didn’t disturb Julia.

in Julia's tone caught everyone off guard. Unperturbed, Julia expanded upon her earlier declaration, her voice audacious and unapologetic. "I sought after Jared's wealth and aspired to become the mistress of this estate. And not only that, I've formulated a cunning plan over the past few days. I sedated Jared, engaged in a physical relationship with him, and subsequently manipulated conception, ensuring he wouldn't be able to extricate himself from me." Julia's confession left Yannie and the others gaping. They had encountered shameless individuals before, but Julia's brazenness in openly and unabashedly voicing her intentions was beyond their wildest expectations.