Melissa Oblivion Real Name Novels & Stories

Melissa confesses. “Name?” Apollo asks. “I don’t know,” Melissa tells us. “FUCK!” Alex sits down. “Iris Clemons?” “Sounds right,” Melissa says. “What is it?” I ask. “I’m mated to her daughter!” Alex looks at us. “Lion Clemons is her mate.”

Hannah said, Melissa nodded, looking defeated. "I understand. I'll leave you alone now," Melisa returned home frustrated and devastated, and she just entered Into her apartment coldly, Melissa started thinking of thoer plot that could perfectly work for the destruction of Clifton and Laura, but she believes that she still needs someone to join her, she needs helping hands to make her plots against Clifton and Laura work, Meanwhile Hannah returned home, and she stared at her herself In the dresser, and she said to herself, am I not beautiful or good enough for Clifton, I think, I rather think of something to do, but I will never team up with anyone to carry out my plots”

adrianna scans melissa thoroughly, "are you hiding anything from me?" melissa looks away from adrianna immediately, she had been working as a personal bodyguard for adriana for years now, adrianna had always treated melissa like her own daughter not minding the fact that she was a mere bodyguard, truly she had no grudges held against adrianna but melissa wouldn't let anything stand in her way of attaining power and nadir is a huge blockage, "no i won't dare hide anything from you adriana"

It had been so long, yet his voice was still the same. "Your name please." He asked. Melissa wasn't sure if she could lie about her name because she had already written her real name while she was contesting earlier. She was scared to say it, and for a minute, she remained silent until she heard the lady's voice. "Contestant number 10." Melissa fluttered her brows twice, returning back to reality. Her eyes were already watery and she didn't know why. "Melissa Kim." She replied and immediately started walking away.

"But I'm really not into modelling." "You should give it a try cos damn!" I didn't say anything in response and she continued. "I'm Melissa and this is my fiancée, Letitia." She pointed at the black one. "We both work at Lilith." "Fiancée?" I was kind of surprised. "You two make a lovely pair." "Thank you," Melissa and Letitia said at the same time. "Are you models?" "Oh no, I'm Lilith's head designer and Melissa is the chief marketing officer," Letitia replied.

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

she said. "What do you need?" Brian asked. "I need someone to publish her disgrace on the Internet. Bryson is suspecting me anytime such a thing comes up. Now I want a natural person not linked to me to do that," Melissa said. "Who do you have in mind? One of my servants" Brian chuckled. "Nope, I am looking at your bed warmer. Her friend," Melissa said with a smile. "And what do I get?" Bryson asked. "I will deliver the African girl to you once Bryson throws her out," Melissa promised.

“But Marisa died years ago. What does she have to do with anything?” Levi nodded, his expression suddenly grave. “Oh, she died, alright. But then she was reborn—as Melissa Pembroke. How did none of you figure out that Marisa and Melissa are the same person?” My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, and a crashing drumbeat filled my ears.

“Lauren? Calling to cry about your fake marriage with your crippled husband? Or are you__” “Cut the crap,” Lauren snapped, her voice trembling but fierce. “I found the photo, Melissa. From that camp. It’s me, not you, but Alex thought it was you. Why?” She sighed before continuing, “And someone’s saying he killed my mom. If you know something, talk.” Melissa laughed, cold and biting. “Oh, you’re digging deep now? That photo’s Alex’s little shrine. He’s been obsessed with that camp story, thinking I saved him. How cute, but wrong, nevertheless.”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!