Juliet Michele Novels & Stories

She waved her hand in the air, as if what I’d said was nonsense. “That doesn’t count.” She approached us and extended her hand to my woman. “Marcela Sinclair, Noah’s cousin. And you must be Juliet Pierce.” Juliet took Marcela’s hand politely. “Pleasure to meet you, Marcela.” “The pleasure…” Marcela paused deliberately. “Is all mine.” Juliet released her hand. “I don’t remember mentioning my woman’s name,” I said, pulling Ju closer. I needed to control myself—the urge to put Marcela in her place was eating at me.

I mean seriously just fucking look at you’ Juliette was stunned by her outburst and slowly stood up, turning away she placed the tissues in her hands in the waste-bin, lifting her head her eyes flashed, ‘Well forgive me for being human’ Her voice dripped sarcasm and she grabbed her jacket and walked out of Carlotta’s villa signalling to her Guards she got into the waiting car, ‘Juliette wait’ The older woman followed her out but she was in no mood to listen tapping the glass divider she turned her face away as the car moved off. She stayed away from them all, refusing to answer her phone or the door she told her Guards to refuse access to everyone. She cried a lot, she felt betrayed by them

I glared at him. "Oh my goodness, Daniel. Just let us torture her and make her do our bidding. She's clearly not interested in negotiations plus her voice is kinda annoying." Juliet snapped, clearly impatient. "Last resort, Juliet. Remember?" He turned to look at her and she rolled her eyes. She looked annoyed about something and something told me it had to do with Micah. "Why so touchy, Juliet?" I asked. She gave me a less than happy look. "Micah refused you again?" I asked with a wicked smile.

I rolled my eyes and Julie nodded. Juliette, or Julie, as everyone calls her, was one of my most trusted healers. She, unlike Tristian, focused more on her ability, and how to better work on our kind, than modern medicine, it was why though she was younger than Tristian, she was better, more powerful than him.

I wondered how she could act so convincingly. Just moments ago, she had rushed back from another man's side. Now, she was playing the part of my devoted fiancee. "I needed money because… I wanted to prepare a wedding gift for you," I said. Juliet's eyes lit up immediately. "Really? I'll look forward to your surprise, honey." I hoped she would like it when the time came. In the following days, Juliet didn't come home. Luke's messages to me, however, never stopped. In a Maybach that had been chosen as our wedding car, the leather seat was stained with large, damp patches. A video showed the area beneath the seat was littered with torn condom wrappers.

And if he hadn’t flown off for a business trip, I wouldn’t even be here representing him at the M-Elite Grand Opening, its new alliance with X-ren, the biggest name in Italy owned by Lorenzo's family—he's now heading it. It was the perfect stage for my grand return. Liam wouldn’t see it coming. And Karen? She’d probably choke on her wine. A dark smile danced on my lips. Let them gasp. Let them stare. They thought I was buried with Camilla Ryder. Now… I rise as Giulia Bianchi-Vincent, and this time, I’m the nightmare they won’t wake up from because revenge is too simple, destruction is demure ...

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

she murmured childishly with a coy smirk. The woman looked at her for a second before she began laughing, “You're funny.” “What's your name?” “Juliet,” the woman smiled with a polite bow, “I'm the head maid of Mr. Lucas' home and I'm at your service.” Ann nodded, “Nice you meet you, Juliet. You don't happen to have an idea when Lucas would be back, do you?” Juliet shook her head giving Ann a look of sympathy that irked her soul. “Enough about Lucas, I'd like something to eat please.”

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

Julia made her voice out on the mic for people to listen to carefully. “I am Mark Rutten’s elder daughter, Julia Rutten. And I believe that no one has got the power to separate me from my family name. I am the real blood of the Rutten family. Why was I not at home for so many years? What kind of girl I am? People from outside will not tell me all this. Thank you very much for attending my sister’s engagement,” Julia said with a piercing stare at the crowd, who could feel that the girl was disgruntled with their judgmental words.