The Big Story Novels & Stories

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

Being by his side would be the happiness of my lifetime. At night, nestled in Jethro’s arms, a contented smile graced my face as I drifted off to sleep. For the next two days, I counted down the minutes and seconds, eagerly awaiting the weekend. When it finally arrived, Jethro and I set out for the department store. As the local Mr. Bigshot, everyone treated him with great respect. Jethro was accustomed to such attention, but I felt uncomfortable, sensing many eyes on me. But it made sense. I had disrupted his wedding, which was broadcast nationwide. The whole affair had made me a figure of interest.

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

And that was our story. *** THE END ***

It was time to make things right. Hurrying out of the office, ignoring the startled gazes of my bewildered employees, I felt a sense of urgency coursing through my veins. Carla needed to hear the truth about my father's last will, a conversation that had been postponed for far too long. As the heir to a vast fortune, the will held secrets that had the power to change everything.

Rose Hastington We're currently on a meeting with Mr. Boston. He's really nice and funny. He joked a lot with us and even introduced his son Jeremy Boston to us. Jeremy just graduated from business college and he's moving to New York soon. Mr. Boston asked Alex, Luke and Max to helped him a little bit and they agreed. I bet Jeremy will be like these Gold Lifes, he got the face, tall and just.. a perfect package. Mr. Boston signed the deal with us and thank God because we need him.

Gianna's POV The phone felt like an animal in my hand — skittering, frantic. My thumbs moved on their own, opening notifications, reading each new barbed headline as if each one would contain a different story, a different truth. But the story was the same: scandal, seduction, salesmanship. Me dressed like a trophy. Me selling myself to a billionaire. The image that accompanied every tabloid post was grainy, taken from some camera in the crowd: Dante’s hand at the small of my back, my smile half-turned toward a flash. The caption treated it like evidence. The city had a new narrative, and it was hungry.