Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

I asked her from who she looked at me “I...I...I was raped?” I couldn't believe what she was saying raped what? How, who did it, when? “H..how?” that was all I managed to say Andrea started explained to me what happened to her about 2 months ago. *Andrea POV* September 12th, 2014 That was the day Corbin got arrest I got a taxi back home but I didn’t have enough money so I told him to drop me at the end of the street as I paid her I took my bags and started walking it was a night which was wound 3 AM.

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

Besides, if I confirmed the story, would Lochlann lose his job? Dr. Calvin sensed my hesitation. “Oh, sorry, I should’ve led with this.” He handed me the crumpled paper he’d gotten from his briefcase. “Dr. Gallagher put in his resignation this week. This is his letter, if you’d like to read it.” Stunned, I took the letter. It took me a long moment to understand what I was even reading. But what stood out to me the most was, Ms. Wright is an exceptional student and should be given her spot back in the program. She has done nothing wrong; I am the culpable party.

No second thoughts. I was Jillian Carter now. Not Mrs. Gallagher. Not some Mafia wife clinging to a title that came with nothing but cold glances and shared lies. Just Jillian. And for the first time in a long time, I was finally choosing myself.

Adrian sighed, putting his hands in his pockets as if brazing himself, “What?” “The trail I put on Mr. Gallagher's guard finally caught something.” He showed Adrian his phone. It was a picture of Richard’s car driving into Arabella’s. Adrian's expression turned serious as he took a closer look. “Ms. Greene doesn't just know Ed. She knows Mr. Richard Gallagher himself.” Adrian's throat went dry. How? Why him? This same person who’s subsidiary Ms. Isabella last worked in before her disappearance? Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Gallagher, I hope this message reaches you in good spirits. My name is Catriona Agreste, and I am a newly admitted attorney working in corporate strategy. Your legal thrillers have become an absolute lifeline for me during long, grueling nights preparing briefs and navigating the complicated power dynamics of high-stakes environments. The way you portray the emotional and professional toll on women who dare to challenge entrenched systems is breathtakingly authentic and deeply resonant.

She felt a chill crawl up her spine as she turned slowly, her breath hitching when she saw Gallagher standing there. “Burning the midnight oil, are we?” Gallagher said, his voice smooth and casual, but his eyes sharp and calculating. Kat forced a smile, her fingers tightening around the papers in her hand. “Something like that. Deadlines don’t wait, you know.” Gallagher’s lips curved into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of her desk, his gaze fixed on her like a predator watching its prey. “I didn’t take you for someone who worked late, Miss Murphy. Guess I misjudged you.”

"Those are your words, not mine." "Who do you think did this to me?" he asks in a fit of rage. "You think I took my own eye? You think I broke my own bones? I want him dead, that's why I'm here. The details don't matter. I'm telling you Adam Gallagher is your man, his wife has attended their social gatherings for years!" "That's because she's a socialite. She grew up with Elizabeth's mother." "Don't be fucking blind! I met the guy personally on multiple occasions! He's the man you want. If he goes down, all the Kellers go down with him."

“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

“She is barely eighteen. Lyla would kill herself. She allowed herself be raped and trafficked so they would not take her, but her father is a greedy man.” “Hmmmm.” I waited, a breath caught in my chest. “I do not forgive you for lying to me, Achilles, but I happen to like Lyla. She has something, something I saw once in Yasmine, plus I hate her father.” A breath escaped my parted lips. “So