Juliette Book Novels & Stories

KAELAN As I’m being wheeled through the crowded room toward Juliette. My heart beats slowly as I force my eyes to take her in. I know I should not care, but I cannot help it. Even now, I see that she is beautiful. Her red dress shines under the soft light like a burning ember. In another time, another life, I might have allowed myself to imagine a future with her. But that future never existed. I have an agenda of my own, one built on secrets and lies, and my own loathing for everything she stands for overshadows any chance for love. I do not want her to see the man I really am—a man who uses weakness as a weapon, a pawn in a dangerous game of chess that I’m determined to win.

Within a blink of an eye, after she was told about her sudden marriage, they gave her a big and well-furnished room in the house, next to Anya’s room. In the morning she woke up at 5 AM, and wanted to do house chores, but Anita didn’t allow her and, for the first time, she let her sleep till she wanted. Mila still couldn’t let her head think straight. She was trying to think everything was a prank, not until Anita came in with six shopping bags. Three for clothes, two for heels and one for undies. For fashion, Anita’s taste was great, and all the dresses were gorgeous. And merely looking at the clothes and how they packed them, she could easily tell they were expensive.

"Oh please. You don't have to pretend. I know he's the one behind all this." "Really?" I stared at him for a while and scoffed before folding my arms. "Why did you lie about Juliette's death? You and I both know you didn't kill her that night." "And what makes you think I lied? She had been undergoing treatment for a sickness she never had, taking dose after dose of psychotic medicines. Restrained, tortured, hopeless, and proclaimed dead, she might as well be dead... especially after that accident with your car that night." The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

The door creaked open, and I already knew Yvonne, Tony’s assistant, —sharp, precise, never hesitant… but there was something about the way she carried herself inside that made me pause, the way her tone dipped as she spoke to me, as though she was delivering something more than a simple package, and when she finally stepped aside and let the girl into the room, I felt my chest tighten in a way I did not allow to show on my face, because the last person I expected to see standing there in the golden light of the lounge was Julia. Jules. The girl who had made me waste hours, days, resources tracking her trail and finding nothing but shadows until she disappeared completely, leaving behind noth

Allen whom I had known his name from Juliet and had stared at me a lot, not shaken by his father’s statement took a sip of his drink. Juliet said in a soft voice I had never witnessed her use before not even when she wanted things from Margaret. “Is he single?” Margaret grinned at her, to Mr.Ian she playfully added. “Juliet is still in College. She had two more years and then she is done. Currently, she is majoring in accounting.”

I hugged her and kissed both her cheeks before asking her to come in. Julliete was my friend from college. Our families were close, even though she wasn't a part of the family anymore, but she was still a friend. “Aunt Juliette?" “Ivy?” Julliete placed the shopping bags on the bed and took my daughter into her arms. They seemed to have met, “Oh my god, she's my boss’s daughter, Trey’s niece.” Juliette said as they pulled away. I nodded and awkwardly cleared my throat, as I sometimes forget Julliette was working for that bastard. I mean she had everything. Why did she leave her life to work for him? Well, that's the subject we never spoke about, as she got defensive, so nodding my head, I cle

she said, and I knew what that meant. Not that I was complaining at all. We called Juliet Cookie, but she was hardly innocent. Jude had mentioned more than once she was a freak in the sheets and she was totally into these erotic books. They circulated among all the wives and I couldn’t be happier that my girl was fitting right in. “Sounds hot,” I said, moving to the other side of her neck as she stirred something on the stove.

"The Luna mentioned she was looking for this particular title in the library last week but couldn't find it. I finally tracked down a copy and thought I'd bring it to her." I studied Charles more carefully. He was fifteen. Tall for his age. Starting to grow into his features. In a few years, he would probably be considered handsome. And he was bringing a book to Juliette. Going out of his way to do something nice for her. Interesting. Juliette was only five years older than Richard. Twenty to his fifteen. Not such a dramatic gap, really. And she had married my father, a man thirteen years her senior. Clearly age differences didn't bother her.

"I didn't even know you were back." It was Juliet who said that, Juliet was the house help, she just turned 19 recently and gave herself the big chop. Which she rocked like any popular Instagram model claiming brand influencer. She was skinny with a double d chest and a bit off a backside. She had one jeans and a white singlet. Juliet had been working for them for about a year now, she and Janet had become quite close because she was really a character. A funny one at that, with the year she had spent with them, Janet had come to know that she had been with more than four boys, her latest one was as good as a sugar daddy. He was 30.