Rebecca Jade Novels & Stories

Her long hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders. Even the way she walked radiated confidence. Rebecca Jefferson. Derrick recognized her immediately. As one of Miami's most famous socialites and models, her face appeared regularly in magazines, luxury advertisements, and entertainment news.

He raised one hand and pointed toward Rebecca, still in the water, still watching with cool eyes. “She is not some society heiress here to decorate a sponsorship campaign,” Liam said. “She is not here to dance on the sidelines for attention. Put away your cheap narratives about traffic, glamour, and capital.” The pool hall quieted. His dark eyes shifted to Rebecca, and the pride in them was impossible to hide. “Remember her name,” he said, every word clear enough for the microphones to catch. “Rebecca Perry. She broke junior records at fourteen and won the national title at seventeen.”

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“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

Rebecca lifted a hand, removed her veil, and gave a small nod to the room. With her makeup done and her gown in place, she looked nothing like the young woman from earlier that evening. "My name is Rebecca Miller. I am the CEO of the Draconia Group. Once I've dealt with the fly in this banquet hall, we can get down to business," Rebecca said.

Winter read every line of the profile without skipping a word. Rebecca had entered the entertainment industry as a model straight out of high school, later transitioning into acting. There was no record of her attending university. That meant she couldn't possibly have been Victoria's university classmate. Winter's mind went blank, the pieces refusing to fit together. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Elijah. "Win? What's wrong?" Elijah's voice came through quickly, warm as ever. Winter's gaze darkened. "Eli, you were right. That Ms. Green is definitely not what she seems!"

I shouted, hoping someone would hear. “And you are?” a woman’s authoritative voice called down from above. “I’m—” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. “Yes! I didn’t quite get that! You’ll have to speak up!” “I’m Jade . . . Jade Ishola!” I finally said, thinking, 'What’s the point of lying now?' “Welcome to the Family, Jade,” the woman said. Seven columns of bamboos raised, creating a passage through the wall. “He was meant to leave you alone in the forest. We can’t afford to have anyone weak among us again.”

“Gianna, what a lovely name. How come you never mentioned you had such a beautiful daughter? She looks so much like Sydney. They could be twins.” Dad cleared his throat, “Gia, lives in another town with her mother.” “Oh, uh… I see.” Rebecca said. She could have practically said ‘quite the scandal.’ Rebecca turned to me the same time Brad stole a glance. “I’m sure we’ll get on quite marvelously.” Rebecca smiled. “Yeah,” the platinum blonde woman muttered then pressed her lips in a smile.

The game has just begun. ~~~~~ Rebecca walked majestically into Kael’s house that night , her pointed stilettos clicking on the polished floor, she wore a fearsome smile on her lips that was smeared in a deep red lipgloss, her curly black hair dancing around her shoulders as she walked. She wore a green fitted gown, with a deep V-neck exposing her cleavage, her round soft boobs almost bursting out of the gown, she swung her hips at every majestic step she took, with a confident aura as she was about to take the stairs.

“I’m Travis. That’s Jake. Marcus should be here soon.” Rebekah scanned the piles of debris until she saw the movement of a blond mohawk near what appeared to be a dining table under a mountain of laundry and beer cans. Jake stood, wiped his hand on his black T-shirt, and then extended it in her direction. “Dave’s sister, right?” “Um, yeah.” She took his hand and shook it. “I’m Rebekah, but most people call me Reb.” “Are you sure that’s not short for rebel?” Jake asked as he took in her funky clothes and blue hair.