Rebecca Novel Summary Novels & Stories

When Rosalie arrived at Rebecca's place, it was around ten o'clock. Rebecca was lying in bed, wearing her reading glasses and engrossed in a book. Spotting Rosalie, she quickly put down her book and smiled warmly. "Rose, you're here." "Grandma." Rosalie smiled back, sitting beside Rebecca's bed. "What are you reading?" "It's a romance novel," Rebecca replied. Rosalie peeked at the cover out of curiosity. Indeed, it was one of those girly romance novels.

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I had no idea how to react. How come she knew about it? Who was she? Did I get the internship offer because of her? Fuck there were so many questions running in my head but I didn't have any answer with me currently. . . . #TBC . . Author Note: Any idea who is Rebecca? Do help Oliver to solve his doubt.

“He wakes up in bed with you. Naked. Exposed. Shamed. You weep, you tremble, you tell him he took something from you that can’t be undone" Rebecca smirked evilly. "Not that he will love you though, in fact he might chase you away for real but give him time, after some weeks come back and tell him you are pregnant" There was silence. Only the fire spoke—crackling, hissing, whispering secrets in the dark. Rebecca looked down at the vial in her hand, her fingers trembling as they closed around it. “I’ll do it,” she whispered, a sick kind of thrill burning in her chest. “I’ll make him mine."

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

SIX YEARS LATER Rebecca’s POV “Mom, this is where you grew up?” My son, Japheth, asked, making me smile. After the drama with Davis, I decided to open a fashion company with my family's support. To my greatest surprise, Caleb decided to help me, and even became my partner, even though he had his own companies to manage. In the early years of serendipity fashion, Caleb and I encountered dating rumors due to the fact that he was always with me. Some people accused me of dating my brother-in-law while playing the victim to make my ex-husband get bashed.

Elias barely slept that night. His mind kept replaying every filthy second; Rebecca bent over her kitchen island, moaning like a whore while he pumped her full of cum. By morning his cock was aching again, leaking into his boxers every time he thought about her soaked pussy and dripping his load down on the floor. He waited until early afternoon, heart hammering, then slipped next door when he saw her husband’s car still missing from the driveway. Rebecca opened the door wearing a short silk robe that barely covered her ass. Her eyes were dark 'n hungry and high . “Get inside before someone sees you,” she whispered, pulling him in by the front of his hoodie.

If Edward wanted to play the role of the good brother, she’d be more than willing to help him out. "Really? Ed didn’t mention a thing," Connor replied, suspicion edging his voice. At that moment, Rebecca switched the call to the speaker, letting Edward catch every word his brother was saying. "I became a service woman on your brother's date where I got a few drinks, then...." Rebecca paused and glanced at Edward; a sly intention brushed past her eyes, and she continued, "I vomited all over my dress and fell sick, then I woke up in the Cottage, and in between the events, I cannot recall."

To my surprise, he was still there as if a magic spell was cast and put him in deep thought. Seriously, I don’t get him. “WHERE THE hell have you been?” asked Reina as she opened the door of our room. “Just took some night walk. Why?” She put her hands on the side of her waist, eyes raging on me. “Whoa, what’s your problem?” She laughed sarcastically. “What’s my problem? You are my problem.” “Ha?” “The Rebecca I know goes home right after her shift. She doesn’t do late-night walks because she prefers to read books before she sleeps. Now tell me? Who are you and where have you been—don’t try to philosophize me!’ she said.

I was a total wreck when I left. How could I be such a fool for letting Reid hurt me this way? Yes, that's right Becca makes sure you will forget about everything. About how he makes you feel, about the kisses you both shared, about the love you both could have felt. It is officially over, but how can something that feels so good can feel so bad too? "Champagne Ma'am?" The flight attendant brought me back from deep thinking. "No. Thank you."