Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

She cleared her throat, catching their attention. "Sheriff," Valerie called, her voice steady despite the fear in her heart. "We now know that Monica is the mastermind of all these crimes. What your men should be doing instead of taking useless pictures is to be on Monica's tail," The sheriff sighed heavily, obviously irritated by Valerie's interruption.

Benjamin interrupted her ruthlessly this time. Monica's eyes were dull, like a rag doll, broken and unbearable, without a soul. Her eyes were desolate, and her whole body was icy cold. So, she wasn't even worthy of liking him. She knew she wasn't worthy because she knew she couldn't get him. The last ray of light in her heart dissipated, and she was like death, unable to sense everything outside. Monica was taken away, and the news that Monica was Red Fox, the number one criminal endangering network security, was arrested.

“Valentina, darling, questions like that… they lead to complicated places. I’m just an old friend of your mother’s. “But that’s still not an answer,” I pressed, my voice firmer despite the exhaustion. “You dodge every time. Who gave you this intelligence? How do you have access to photos from a decade ago? Are you spying on Camilla? On me?” Monica’s smile was faint, enigmatic, as she rose from the bed, tucking the portfolio under her arm. “Spying? Oh, no. Let’s call it… vigilant observation. In my circles information flows like wine at a fine gala.”

Nana asked. "It should be, I will open it," Monica said, knocking on the door, and opened it directly without waiting for an answer, but he didn't expect to see a scene which made him raise his eyebrow, there he saw panties, no, it should be a girl that fell down, showing her panties right toward him and Nana. Monica nodded, but then his eyes were covered by Nana. Monica was often wondering whether he was a harem protagonist since his luck with a girl was very good, right?

“I wasn’t safe either. There were people after me. Brenda wasn’t working alone. That world we came from—modeling, power, money—it destroyed people. I watched it ruin families. I thought if I stayed away, maybe you’d at least grow up untouched.” Monica’s eyes brimmed with tears, but her face stayed hard. “Why now?” she whispered. “Why suddenly come back?” Indiana stepped closer. “Because someone tried to kill you. And I wasn’t going to let them take you again.” The silence that followed was heavy. Too heavy. Monica didn’t know where to place her hands. Her breath hitched. All her life, she’d searched for the truth. Now it stood five feet in front of her. Breathing.

“I admit I’m putting it all out there, because I believe there’s more to this than the past. You don’t get it, Ivy. You and I are a couple, and we always will be. Why do you think Monica told that gossip monger about us? She knows there will always be something between us and she’s desperate to break us up again so that she can continue to mess with my life. She’s the gold digger, not you. I have the proof the photos and her story about your cheating ways were false. Once we settle the divorce, I am suing her for fraud, libel, theft, and several other things. She’s a grifter and my mother can’t even see it. Monica isn’t even her real name. She moved here from some eastern European country. M

Barf! She really wanted to push him down the cliff and end this irritating moment but she kept acting like a good listener. When she thought she would die of boredom, Layla's voice echoed in her mind through a mind link. "Spies from the Red moon pack have been discovered and captured. What should I do about them?" Ariel froze and so did William. She guessed that he must have heard the same message from one of his subordinates.

Taking the seat in front of him I asked, “Ooh, do I know how he is?” “Well it’s a ‘she’ first of all and her name, it’s supposed to be a secret but few members know so it shouldn’t be a problem just doesn’t tell anyone. She is Monica Sky, the famous actress who won two awards for her latest movie.” “She must be important if you are going to attend yourself,” I asked trying to make sense of what her position in the mafia was. She was already a revolutionary actress but knowing that she was part of the mafia only made her seem stronger in my eyes.

But the thing that sent creeps to her fragile self was the smug expression plastered on the stranger’s face. Silence brewed itself into the air after Monica’s tale. Right now, I’m a bit shocked about what had resulted in all of this. I told myself in the past that I might have ended up killing the pawn in the game and not the main piece. I guess I was right after all. “Uhm, Adaliah, I think you now know that Monica is gifted,” I hear Garrett say but I am in no mood to give him a reply as I totally hate myself now for what I did.

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.