Monica Geller Bing Novels & Stories

The gallery door opened and Monica walked in seeming out of breath as she looked up at me with her flushed face. She had been a lot of help with grabbing all of Bella’s paintings and loading them up in the car with Danny today. She didn’t even think twice when I had asked her if she could help Janet and him. Unfortunately I would have no choice but to fire her because she was clearly an obstacle I didn’t need in my life. Bella didn’t like her and I would rather deal with Liam and his problems than Bella and hers. Monica walked to me with a soft expression on her face as she looked down at Bella. “Did you need anything from me?” She asked as she looked back up at me.

Why would Harl… Was that Monica?

Her expression was unreadable, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes. “You came,” Monica said, tilting her head. “I have to admit, I expected you to send someone else in your place.” Bella squared her shoulders. “This is between you and me.” Monica smirked. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Bella hesitated for a second before stepping forward, her every move cautious. Adrian’s voice rang in her mind—*Be careful. Watch her body language. The moment something feels wrong, get out.* “You’ve been causing a lot of trouble, Bella,” Monica continued, circling her like a predator. “Digging where you shouldn’t. Spreading lies.”

she said. Monica is a girl who moved to New York City alone. All of his family are in Chicago. Monica was born into an affluent family. His father was a teacher, and his mother was a seamstress. "How is mother?" muttered Monica as she closed her eyes. At the same time, suddenly his cell phone rang. "Who is it? Why is the number unknown?" muttered Monica. Without thinking further, Monica also accepted the call. "Hello." "Hi beautiful. Am I bothering you?"

I called, “half an hour to show time.” “Thanks, Charlie,” Monica said, as she shimmied between me and the door frame. Her long bare legs made short work of the red room floor—we preferred red instead of green like in theater—as she strode toward her vanity and took a seat. The fishnet stockings she had on were dotted with glittering crystals at every cross section. I’d been eyeing them for weeks considering buying myself a pair, but the good ones cost upward of a couple hundred dollars. The money she earned during her routines made purchases like that no big deal to her. Monica was my highest grossing dancer. She’d been stripping here at Ascension since I first started as a dancer. She and I

"Gin? What are you doing here? Why are you—where is Abigail?" "She's already in a safe place. And if you didn't already know, I'm Abigail Genovhia's biological brother. Oh, my bad. Not Genovhia, but Anderson. I am Gin Anderson. And I've recorded everything you said." Gin pointed at the camera in the upper corner of the room. "Wave to it, Monica. Your fans will want to get to know you better." Monica scowled, trying to get the cuffs off her hands, but of course, to no avail.

Someone was banging on my front door early in the morning. "Mia! Tell that peeping Tom son of yours to come out and apologize to my daughter right now! I can't imagine what horrors he'll pull if he's already secretly watching my daughter while she's in the shower at such a young age!" I frowned and looked out the window. As expected, my neighbor, Penny Halpern, was standing at my front doorstep once again with her daughter, Monica Ritter. We'd only just moved in a week ago, but Penny had banged on my front door fiendishly late last night and accused my son, Benedict Geller, of peeping at Monica in the shower from his window.

I could only hold her, my heart aching for her, until she fell asleep quietly in my arms. I thought we would grow old together like that. So when she abruptly turned cold toward me, I panicked immediately. Billy Greenweed was an intern fresh out of college. The first time I heard his name was from Monica's secretary. She joked that young men today had no game at all. Accidentally spilling coffee on his boss? What an outdated move. I laughed along, not taking it seriously. But not long after, Billy was promoted to Monica's personal secretary—something that was highly unusual.

Benial was a well-known and significant figure in his life, having been the one to provide him with his first advertising opportunity. “Hah! I understand! Is this your girlfriend?” Benial looked at Monica and asked since he saw Mark to be unwound around this girl, it inspired him to learn about this woman. His daughter had been in love with Mark very long time, but he rejected her, and Benial loved his decision. “No, she is not. She is a model and I believe Mr. Hanson may have told you about her,” Mark said. He was about to introduce Monica to Mr. Benial, when Monica extended her hand, and said, “I am Monica!”

BMOM ➭ 159 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – Monica couldn’t respond to what I said. She just cried silently, seeming calmer now since she wasn’t struggling like earlier. Jasper was determined to press charges against Monica after her personal assistant confessed to the investigators. After sending me those malicious photos, Monica had already planned an attempt on my life and Zanyca’s—just to scare me. She wanted to corner Jasper into going with her in exchange for our freedom.