Novel & Cerita Julianna Baker Flipped

"RIGHT THERE, JULIAN! HIT IT!" Julian was relentless. He was slamming his hips against her with the force of a hammer. He grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head, watching her face as he pounded into her. He was a beast in the sky. He wasn't the professional lawyer now; he was a man claiming what was his. "TELL ME!" Julian hissed. "TELL ME WHO FUCKS YOU THE BEST!" "YOU DO!" Lila sobbed. "DADDIES TASTE BETTER! YOU TASTE BETTER! FUCK!"

She collapsed onto the floor, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly without the slightest concern for how she looked. “I did it all for this family! Was it wrong for me to try to save money? Are you trying to drive me to my death?” I walked over to her and slowly crouched down. “Mom, do you know why I dared to flip the table today?” I said softly. She lifted her head in confusion, her tear-filled eyes staring at me. From the pocket of my pants, I slowly pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, I carefully unfolded it.

The flour drifted neatly into the bowl. She gasped. "I did it!" "You did." I smiled. "See?" "It isn't difficult." She grinned proudly. "I think..." She lifted her chin just a little. "...I'm already becoming an excellent baker." Across the room... Cook quietly muttered something under her breath. "I'm reserving judgement." One of the kitchen maids quickly turned away. Though not before I caught the smile she was trying very hard to hide. Aurelia stepped back with obvious satisfaction. "My turn is finished."

"Oh, honey. You walk in late with your little lawyer entourage, acting like you're in a courtroom drama, and I'm the one doing theater?" "At least my performance comes with legal counsel," Alexandra said smoothly. "What's your excuse?" Juliana's smile tightened. "We don't need excuses when we have proof." "Proof?" Alexandra's brow arched. "You mean the conveniently missing security footage? Or the witness statements from people who couldn't pick the CEO of High Flower out of a lineup?" "Careful," Juliana said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "That almost sounds like you're worried." "Worried?" Alexandra laughed softly. "No, Juliana. I just find it fascinating how eager you are to se

I began but Atlas brushed past me. “Yes, Bella,” He said, “I’ll have you know that Julia was an amazing baker since her childhood. She stopped baking as she grew but her skills lingered.” he taunted. “If you are going to prove you’re her, don’t back out now.” I watched him for a few seconds, my jaw hanging loose, a smile gracing my lips as the scent of flour reached me all over again. I felt like I was floating in a fever dream and I wanted it to last forever because Atlas was giving me a chance.

He flips it too early ; it folds in half like roadkill. “Roadkill-a-saurus,” he mutters , scraping it into the trash with genuine heartbreak on his face. Leo is on a barstool , legs swinging, narrating every disaster like a sports commentator. “That one’s a pancake monster!” “That one’s a pancake blob!” “That one’s a pancake crime!” Julian flips the next one too hard . Batter splatters across the backsplash like abstract art. He freezes, spatula mid-air, shoulders shaking. He’s laughing.

“Grandma Evelyn is such a wonderful person. She told me so many stories about their early days. It was really inspiring.” Julia's smile didn't reach her eyes. “I'm sure it was.” I couldn’t understand why she didn’t seem happy. It made me start wondering how she’s been getting along with the Bakers. After all, she was supposed to be the long-lost Sabrina Baker, and now she was back in their lives after so many years. I was deep into the designs already, trying to perfect the layout. My focus was so intense that I barely registered the ping of a new message on my phone.

I said softly but there was silence on the other end of the phone before a voice rang out "Please am I onto Miss, Matilda Miller?" A lady's voice rang out making my brow crease together. I stared up at my friend who was staring back at me "What?" Julia mouthed, I shook my head, clearing up my throat "Yes, this is she, who is this?" I asked, my brows creasing together "I'm calling on behalf of the Empire Culinary Association NYC. You've been selected as one of the lucky bakers to compete in our Elite Baking Showcase. Congratulations,"

Baker’s wrist and pushed her back. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Rachael asked, her voice trembling. She gently fixed Lysia’s hair and cupped her face, examining her with deep concern. The red handprint on Lysia’s cheek made Rachael’s heartache with both sorrow and fury. Her voice turned sharp as she glared at Mrs. Baker, “Diana Baker, you failed to raise your shameless daughter, who seduced my daughter's fiancé. And now, you dare to lay hands on my daughter? You’re just as despicable as she is! Is this the so-called morality of the Baker family?”