Novel & Cerita Julie Bowen

Before they bowed down to her, That stupid thing, that runt, the woman who was in charge of everything that should have been mine, they just bowed down to her. Sienna De Luca. Omega. Nobody. Now the Luna. How could a person like her just become a Luna when she was nothing more than an Omega? A lowest rank, one that he could use as a consort to breed him children. I dug my nails into the soft leather of the armchair, unable to stop the rage bubbling beneath my skin. It burned like acid in my veins, every second of it replaying over and over in my head. He chose her. Publicly.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

"Just a difference in vision." "Try betrayal," I muttered under my breath, my eyes locked on him. Julia took a few steps in, heels soundless on the carpet. Her ID badge still clipped to the lapel of her silk blouse: Julia Peterson – Head of Client Relations. She’d only been in that role a year, but she’d risen fast—too fast. Some said it was her charm. Others whispered it was her proximity to Nathan. "Then maybe stop posturing and say what needs to be said," she added, folding her arms like she was already done with both of us.

“Can I steal your grandfather?” “By all means,” I say. “You’re one of us now.” The evening flows on, a whirlwind of speeches, laughter, toasts, and spoons hitting plates. Marissa, Julie’s maid of honor, takes the mic next, her tone light and teasing. “Julie’s kind of my boss at work,” she begins, grinning. “And I’ll say this—she’s the least pain-in-the-ass boss I’ve ever had. Which, trust me, is saying something.”

Johnson assistant Penelope - future famous dancing queen Amberfords Butler Jin - Julian's butler

“Guess who I just saw.” “I don’t know,” he replied flatly. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for games. “That pretty little assistant of yours,” she said, watching him closely. “Turns out her boyfriend’s a member here too.” His eyes narrowed. “Who are you talking about?” “Your assistant,” she clarified with a smug smile. “Julissa.” “You saw her?” “Mhm. She and her boyfriend are bowling next door. Gotta say, he’s quite the looker. They make a cute couple.”

The artistic details matched the murals he had been trying to decipher. Without hesitation, he asked, "What exactly are you researching?" She adjusted her glasses, a curious gleam in her amber eyes. Then, with a knowing smile, she extended her hand. "Another soul who loves his rocks and history? Such a rare thing to see! I'm Julie, a student of Waldebert University."

Just then Ashton came in and when he saw the boos was busy, he politely stood in the corner. "You hired an assistant? Is this even a joke, grams?" Billina chuckled lightly "Yea, what's wrong with it?" Jules asked impatiently "Jules Bernand, the wife of late Benjamin Bernand hired and assistant for herself. Oh my God! Am I dreaming?" she said in a mocking tone. That was right. Jules Bernand was a high-class lady, she never hired a CEO, let alone an ordinary assistant. Jules rolled her eyes seeing her granddaughter is making fun of her.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

An hour and a half later I'm shutting my computer down for the night and gathering my purse and jacket looking up when the door opens as Julie enters. Smiling at Julie as I walk around the desk, I greet her. "Hey Jules, you look nice," I say taking in her apperance as we walk toward the exit. She has on a long sleeve pull over burgandy shirt, a pair of tight light blue skinny jeans and a pair of black flip-flops with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail and light makeup. "Thanks B, are we stopping at your place so you can change or are you wearing what you have on?"