Pll Paige Mccullers Novels & Stories

She did have shares and something that could keep the Bracken family in check, but Virgil and Patricia had teamed up with everyone in the Bracken family to squeeze out the last of Paige’s value! She remembered what they had said. Paige was already dead. There was no point respecting her last wishes. Anyway, she would not know! She remembered their words. “Mike is Paige’s biological son. Giselle, don’t you love Paige the most? Then why don’t you love her son?”

“Is this a ladies’ summit or am I interrupting something juicy?” It was Paige. She was dressed in an oversized sweater, her hair was pulled into a messy bun as she strolled in with a grin and a phone in hand. Leaning against the wall, she rubbed her mouth like she was trying to wipe away every trace of her lipstick. “I was just heading to wash up before returning to work.” She muttered, pushing her phone into her pocket only for her to halt. Turning to face us with pure curiosity in her face, she asked, "Did you guys hear about the new auction rules?”

Lucas sent me a message that said: I am writing the press release and I want you to know I have used the word reckoning twice in the first paragraph alone and I feel completely fine about this. Paige called that same afternoon. She had been following everything. She said she had been following it since the collection, since she had sat in the front row and cried before the show even started, since I had mouthed I told you at the end of the runway and she had completely fallen apart in a way she was not embarrassed about at all.

That sly little move of hers was the last straw. She wasn’t just trying to erase me. She was trying to erase everything Diane and I had built together. Fine. If Paige wanted war, I was done playing soft. That’s when I remembered Darlington's college friend whom we talked about.A woman named Mitchell Stephenson,a top L.A. model and occasional undercover specialist with the kind of confidence you could feel just by reading her name. She didn’t just turn heads; she turned situations. I called her. Gave her the details.

"Though I can't imagine why any respectable company like the Velmera group would want someone so... unstable." Heat flared in my chest. "Unstable? That's rich, coming from someone who screws her best friend's husband." Paige's mask slipped for just a second, her eyes flashing with venom. "Ancient history, darling. Some of us know how to move on and land on our feet." She gestured to her designer outfit, her diamond tennis bracelet catching the light. "Others... well, they end up here, begging for scraps." "I'm not begging for anything," I said through gritted teeth.

Too alone to adopt a child . I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself, and press play, I might as well get over with it. “Paige, it’s Mrs. Carter,” her calm, professional voice fills the car. “I just wanted to personally follow up after today’s interviews.” I stop breathing. “I had a conversation with Mr. De Luca earlier,” she continues, and my heart plummets. “And I have to say, I was very impressed.” My brow furrows. Impressed?

*** While the van was moving, Angelo mind was focused on the two girls at the backseats dragging with the group of men. "Mistress, who is Paige's father?" He boldly asked. The mistress chuckled at him for a while, then sighed. "You know, this is why I like you. You are just so bold and fierce. You are a good kid indeed," she praised. She then sighed softly. "Paige's father is an American man. Louis Gray. He is from Oneida New York. He is a very complicated man who cares about his daughter so much. You know, Paige grew up in New York, and she schooled there of course. And should I tell you a secret?"

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“Come on, I wouldn't want to miss a bit of the gist. I just had some important to sort out with Macanth.” “The lady, Paige Km while reporting herself, told the police that she just killed her dad. That's a rumor though, but who knows, it might be true. You never know with these aristocrats, he must have hidden her identity or something. But of course, Paige is his niece according to these files.” Somehow, I suddenly felt interested. A feeling I can't explain. I suddenly felt interested in this gossip. “Can I have a look at the case file?” “Sure.” She passed a file to me. The picture on the front page was the so-called Paige Kam.

"Paige! Come on, Sunshine, are you upset about what I said? I..." Zach's phone began to ring, and he saw that it was from one of the lawyers he had sent to Paris. "Excuse me, let me take this call," he said to Paige. "Don't worry, I'll see you later," Paige replied and began to walk away. Zach answered the call, and the lawyer said, "Mr. Fletcher, we've caught the girl who tried to set up Miss Paige, and you said you wanted to be here when she was questioned so you'll know who her accomplice is."