June Diane Raphael Novels & Stories

I nodded again, he right, we both very sensitive personality and we barely used shares our problem let felling to each other, the only thing we used is the bed. "Let's start from the beginning," Jayce said, reaching out his hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jayce, I've been admiring you for quite a long time but I've never found the courage to speak up before," he smiled, introducing himself. I smiled shaking his hands, "I'm Rachel," Jayce then suddenly took my hand moving to my lips, planting a gentle kiss on it. "Do you mind going on a date with me, tomorrow,"

*** Day 1 An old friend I used to love called Raphael died on June 30, 2015. No, he didn't have a large fancy funeral or anything. I honestly don't know where his soul went. But a man in his body took me away from my life, my family and my friends. I have no idea when or how I will escape, because this man is convinced that I'm 'his', and he won't be letting me go anytime soon.

“The truth would be efficient.” Dianne’s lips curved faintly. “Efficiency isn’t always safe.” “No,” he agreed softly. “It isn’t.” And somehow, that agreement felt more dangerous than disagreement. ⸻ Rafael picked up his phone and stood, slipping it into his pocket. “I’ll be out for an hour,” he said. Dianne nodded lightly. “Work?” Rafael’s gaze stayed on her face. “Yes,” he said. Then he walked away without another word. ⸻

It was twenty years ago, but the scandal had nearly destroyed the family. I grabbed my phone again and called David back. "I need you to find someone," I said the moment he answered. "A girl from Raphael's past. His first serious girlfriend, back when they were teenagers." "You have a name?" "Something with a D. Diane, maybe? Dana? She accused him of rape. It never went to court – Gramps made sure of that – but there must be records somewhere." David's whistle came through the line. "That's heavy ammunition, Riley."

Raphael touched her cheeks. "Yeah, we can resume this later..." he said and kissed her forehead, "I'll be back." But then, three days have passed and there is still no news for Raphael. That day because of excessive stress, Diana had been sick and is bedridden. "Raphael hadn't call yet?" he asked his main butler and nodded at her. "I'm sorry, madam, but there is no call yet," he said and she sighed and gripped her hand. 'What am I thinking? That I could hold down a man like him?' she gritted her teeth, 'He must've been enjoying his time with some other girls...'

“I know, but JL is still in its early stages. I need to become a woman worthy of you before we go public. I don’t want people handing things over to me just to curry your favour.” “Why is that such a bad thing?” Rafael sounded like a child as he pouted. “I don’t mind being used if it means I get to have you anywhere and everywhere.” June chuckled and stepped away from him. “I have an important meeting with one of your shareholders today. Do me a favour and don’t interfere.” That caught Rafael’s attention. “Who is it?” “You don’t need to know. Unless I get the job of course. Wish me luck.” She got off the bed, standing with her hands on her waist.

After dinner Diana made coffee and we sat in the living room. "June," Diana said. "What does everyone's June look like?" "Stanford launches June first," Lena said. "I'm there for three days." "Paris month three review," I said. "Chen is handling it. I'm available by phone." "I have a major case going to trial June tenth," Rachel said. "Three-week trial." "I have a client board restructure completing in June," Marcus said. "Everyone is busy," Diana said. "That's what May becoming June looks like," I said.

Just fucking perfect. As I reach for my phone, it buzzes again. Raphael’s name flashes across the screen. I answer immediately. "Talk to me." I say, bringing the phone to my ear. There's a pause and for whatever reason I know that isn’t a good sign. "Look… we have a problem." My grip tightens around the phone and I sigh "What happened?" "They moved faster than we thought." His voice drops. "Diane is doing too much and he knows." Everything in me goes still as I listen to those words.

Diane’s P.O.V. “Diane, are you still not done?” Sheena asked. She was the only one who had a high-pitched voice among my colleagues in the finance team. She was also one of my friends here, who had the Account Supervisor role. She was my batchmate in terms of passing the CPA board exam, but she already graduated last year and worked here first.

“Are you serious now, won’t you even invite me in? not even a drink? Rapheal asks. “maybe some other day? He replies and turn around to leave. “Like seriously? He asks. “I have something really serious doing for now” he reply. “Then what about we meet at the club tonight? Rapheal asks. “Sorry bro, I will be busy from now till tomorrow” he says and walks in while his men . “So you won’t be in club for business tonight? My men will do my job this night. ‘Wow then that girl must be special” Rapheal says. “Really special” he says. Diane began to search everywhere from side drawer to under the bed and she come across a paring knife and she nods to herself and says to herself.