Renee Walker Aftg Novels & Stories

[Amora’s point of view] The sunset painted the school campus golden. I walked out of the academic building to find Alessandro at the bottom of the steps. When my gaze fell on the familiar silhouette, the agony of the past crept back into me. I wore a plain black dress, my hair draped over my shoulders. I exited the building, cradling books against my chest. Next to me was a man. The man, tall and lean, wore a navy-blue suit. He carried my bag while leaning over to murmur something to me.

Anything that might give her a lead. She finally found her. Natalie Cole. Age: 22. Graduated community college last spring. Working part-time at a nonprofit outreach center on 83rd. Lives in a rented apartment in Little Valley. Meekey stared at the listing for ten full minutes. Her daughter’s name looked strange on the screen. Familiar but distant, like a word spoken in another language. She picked up the payphone, dialed the number to the outreach center, and waited. One ring. Two. Click.

“ I simply said I don't want anything to do with Angela don't force it!” “ I’m not forcing anything because you aren't worth it. You deserve every horrible thing you’ll encounter in life!” Lena spat, hissed and walked out on Ryan. She ran as fast as she could to the spot where she had left Ryan and Angela to talk, only to get closer to see Angela on the ground in tears.

"Walker- you won't believe whom I shared homeroom with. Luke- who else? Jenner. Walker- LMFAO. Jenner? Really? Mate, I discarded that scum moments ago. Luke- Fucking bastard. He sent a laughing Emoji. Luke- you broke jenner's heart, you mean to say? Walker- Whatever mate, you're spoiling the fun. Guess who? Luke- She was my last guess. You tell me who? Walker- remember the girl from earlier? The one with a nice butt and a fine face. Luke- Waoh. Way to go mate. You talking about the girl you bumped into on purpose? Walker- Think what you want. But yeah, it's her.

Unable to bear it, Nina kneeled, bowing rapidly at Isabelle until her forehead showed red marks. "Enough." Ethan frowned, stepping forward to stop her. They still needed Nina to play Violet's role. They couldn't let her get hurt. Under Isabelle's skeptical gaze, Ethan calmly said, "Ms. Furon, Nina will be sent back to the Walker residence. If Mr. Walker sees her injured forehead, our plan might fail before an hour passes." Isabelle understood his point and agreed. Displeased, she glanced at Nina and asked her to rise. Nina immediately thanked Isabelle and stood up.

Her presence drew my attention, and the faint scent of a luxury perfume remained as she paused in front of me. "Congratulations, Mr. Brookes," she murmured, her voice warm and forceful. "Thank you," I said, meeting her handshake with similar confidence. Her grasp was firm, reflecting her confident posture. "I'm Isabella Montgomery," she murmured, a little smile on her lips. "Founder of Montgomery Enterprises." The name immediately came to mind—she was not only wealthy, but also one of the industry's most recognized billionaires. Her organization was renowned for its inventiveness and supremacy in worldwide marketplaces.

Her eyes glistened with fear. “If something happens to you…” “It won’t,” he whispered back. “I’m not leaving you again.” Marek suddenly froze mid-step. “Wait.” “What?” Lucian asked. Marek pointed at the security camera feed. “Someone else is outside the penthouse door.” Elara’s breath hitched. “Adrian?” Marek squinted. “No… it’s a woman.” Selene narrowed her eyes. “A woman? The Hales don’t use women in extraction teams.”

Ariel could tell that the woman was likely a member of Westcrest's board of directors. Jayson didn't respond but smoothly introduced, "This is Ms. Walker, Mr. Hockney's assistant at Faye Tech." Serena's expression brightened with understanding. Ariel closed her laptop politely and nodded, "Nice to meet you. I'm Ariel Walker." Serena found Ariel's confident demeanor quite likable at first glance. Just then, Nancy and Renee, having finished their chat, walked over.

"You may speak now, Mdm. Reena. Kieran told me that it was you who hired the men to break Connie's leg. They also tried to sue you, but you countersued them and forced the Walkers into paying you a compensation of seventy thousand dollars. You managed this because you were lining the pockets of Southrive's Internal Affairs. On top of that, you constantly harass the Walkers into clearing the compensation. “Is this all true?" Reena felt a jolt running through her veins, while Wesley could only mumble inaudibly. "Sir, that's a bunch of lies. Yes, it's true that my daughter was in a relationship with Connie, but they broke up amicably. Is a couple breaking up a crime now? Please stop accusing us