Romans & histoires My Front Page Story

Hadn’t stirred when I kissed her shoulder and whispered I’d be in the other room. It wasn’t just peace. It was progress. And I would protect it at all costs. Even if it meant war. Danielle’s name lit up my phone. I answered on the second ring. “Tell me you’ve got something good,” I muttered. There was a pause on the other end. Then: “That depends. How do you feel about front-page news?” I stood slowly, already reaching for the remote. “The article dropped?” “Not ours,” she said darkly. “Theirs.”

Mine has ended but his is just about to begin and I cannoy wait to see how he unravels it. THE END! JAX’S STORY NEXT! Flip the page because this is something wayyyyy better and unexpected!

Chapter 17. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Brianna's POV. Although I couldn't say if his words were true, but for someone who sells newspapers, I don't think there was any reason for him to lie to me. I mean, that would only ruin his business. Besides, it was right there: the image of JetFlex. Even though I'd never seen it before, but it was right on the front page of the newspaper. Now that I think about it, I could have gotten it to read more about the happenings in the company.

he said. “I do,” I replied. “But not like she wants.” I moved to the desk, opening a blank document. My fingers hovered. “She’s trying to split us by story,” I said. “So I won’t let her own mine.” Adrian watched me really watched me now. “This will expose you.” “I’m done being protected by silence,” I replied. “You don’t owe the world this,” he said. “I owe myself,” I answered. The piece went live an hour later not through a tabloid, not through legal channels. Through my own voice. Controlled. Precise.

The specific two words I had been waiting for across fourteen days of silence and patience and the particular focused endurance of someone who has done everything that can be done and must now simply wait for the world to catch up. "When?" I said. "Sunday morning," she said. "Front page of the business section. Online at midnight Saturday. We're running it as the lead story for the weekend edition." Front page. I had not asked for that — had not asked for anything except accuracy and completeness and the careful, documented presentation of facts that spoke for themselves. Front page was Amara's editors making their own assessment of what the story was worth. "Is there anything you need from

AMARACHI'S POV. Whoever wrote that article in the school's student journal must be very stupid. He/She probably has a personal issue with Christabel. Nothing in that article is right. Christabel never begged Jeff to have sex with her. This crazy! Who would have done this? I don’t think Jeff did this but apart from Ade, Michelle and me, no one else knows that Christabel likes Jeff. Taking one more look at the article, I hissed and annoyingly left the page. The comments were very nasty.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

He said it simply, not as comfort exactly, more as an observation, the kind he made when he had looked at something carefully and arrived at a conclusion he was confident in. I held the photograph. "I already am," I said. "Parts of me." He held my gaze. Under the table his hand found mine and I let it and the restaurant moved around us and my mother was watching us with an expression she was not trying to hide and Kaden was looking at his wine and the afternoon was almost gone. Then my phone lit up on the table. Mara. I picked up. "The story is running tomorrow morning," she said. "Front page. All three outlets simultaneously." She paused. "But there is something you need to know before it d

Oftentimes, when a model was given a front and center page, they would be delighted, but Davi was instead doubtful of himself, which was to be understood since he had only started. “Our magazine is only starting, so don’t be nervous, and you deserve that front page. I think many will buy the magazine because it has you on the front page. Yup, you will make my magazine famous!” She ends it with a maniacal laugh, which does not surprise her assistant at all.

I said. * It was out the next morning. I felt like I was walking on air when I opened up the paper and there was my piece, the headline staring at me in the face. I snapped a photo of it and sent it to Cathy who responded with a dozen celebrating emojis. Sure, it wasn't the top article, but it was still on the front page, and Matilda's photos helped divert the eye away from the celebrity who got the top billing down to the cute but dirty child next to the crumbling paint of the front door.