Reading Juicy Gossip In Her Mind Novels & Stories

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

I almost broke right then and there. I turned over, staring at him in the darkness. "Maybe you should ask yourself what you've done to make me so unhappy." "What did I do?" he demanded, his voice full of self-righteous anger. "For example," I let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Your new assistant, Clara. I saw her today. I smelled something… unique on her. Is she pregnant?" In the dark, I felt his body go completely still. All the heat, all the desire, vanished as if doused by a bucket of ice water.

While I was in the countryside, so hungry that I ate scraps meant for animals, she was in the city eating proper meals and could even go to the store every year to buy new clothes. Just when I had resigned myself to living day after day working the fields, trying to get more money, I was recognized and brought back to the Harrington family. I thought it would be the beginning of a happy life, but I never imagined that my truly miserable life was just starting. Desperate for the family love I had always craved, I tried to get close to them, hoping to find that warmth. Yet when Victoria flaunted the love she received in front of me, I could not control the jealousy in my heart.

“Touché.” The air between them shifted—subtle, but charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. His gaze lingered on her, measuring, testing, the way a skilled player sizes up an opponent before making the first move. And she, with equal precision, was cataloging every flicker of expression, every minute shift in his tone, as if filing them away for later use. “You’re new to the scene,” he said, voice smooth but threaded with quiet curiosity. “Or maybe,” she countered, her lips curving faintly, “I’m just very good at not being noticed.”

Johnny Packer had shared a clip with me that showed him in a hotel with Mindy running over to him, questioning him, "Why did you come back?" Johnny said nothing, and Mindy lost control of her emotions and started tearing up. "You left without hesitation back then. What right do you have to show up after all this time to mess with my life?! How can you be so selfish, Johnny?" I walked into an empty stairwell as I watched the woman lose control in the clip, showing a side of her that I had never known. My buddies were always commenting about how Mindy acted overly calm with anything that involved me, but I would always reply nonchalantly, "Women at the top always tend to keep their emotions in

I guess it just popped in my head. Damn it! Stop thinking about her! Remember she’s not for you. She's nothing! I licked my lips thinking about what I could do to her... I mean that gorgeous creature came into my nightclub. But back in my mind, Sherry was in there... Hmm… I wonder if Sherry would come to a place like this? Nah! That girl has a one-track mind that’s only for books like weird science, robots, and virgin stuff. I know she's probably a virgin. I chuckled, then dirty thoughts came to my mind. Fuck I hit my head to get them out of there. Damn it! She's probably thinking about... I don’t know what they like to do.

He had the face of a refined aristocrat, but he was clearly out of his mind. I watched the city blur past the window. Just then, I realized that my heart was racing and my palms were slick with sweat. Was I actually ready to catch them in the act? What would I even say to Reynolds? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't want to talk at all. I wanted to punch him in the face. After everything, if I didn't give him a piece of my mind, I'd never forgive myself. The car pulled into a high-end neighborhood.

Fiona had come across that and had gotten angry. One skipped meal was enough to make Rob extremely worried and anxious. Hence, the sudden thought of me. He wanted me to listen to Fiona’s thoughts to find out why she was upset. However, he could not find me at all. The other escorts were smiling fawningly when they heard that Rob was here for me. “You’re here for Hetty?” Hetty was my name in the red-light district. “She left five years ago. Her first client was a rich man. That man fell in love with her at first sight, so he bought her off with one million dollars. All of us were so jealous of her!”

She finally got to him and peeped at his laptop from behind and almost couldn't believe her eyes. "This..." These were some pictures of her at the bar yesterday when she had slapped that rich CEO. "Jace.. you.. where did you..." She didn't even know what to say for the fact that she had long forgotten about this ever since last night so just how come it was all over the media now? Just what kind of people are these that call themselves reporters or fans, must they always spread every gossip they see?

I point out. She snorts, “Talking you out of dumb shit is a full-time job, and frankly I’m working overtime.” “Anyway, I promise it’s really juicy.” “Not interested,” she says as she walks back over to the sitting area. A sly smirk creeps across my face, “I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t deem my gossip to fit your standard of juicy, I’ll do your paperwork for a week.” She looks over quirking an eyebrow, “All my paperwork for a week?”