The One That Got Away From Katy Perry Novels & Stories

"I only discovered this a couple of days ago. I went to see Wendy and told her to stay away from you. Then we had a big argument, and she let slip it out. That's when I found out." Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, falling onto Mark's hand. In a way, I was clearing my name before I died. "Don't cry, Jennifer." He released me, bent over, and wiped away my tears. In his arms, I sobbed uncontrollably. "Mark, here..." I pointed to my heart. "It won't beat for you anymore. "Mark, if it were possible, I would wish we never met." I wiped my tears and smiled. "Mark, this is the last time I'll call you that. From now on... we go our separate ways."

Chapter twenty-seven Kenny heard Anita's voice and quickly went to Cindy's table to know why Anita was yelling. "You slut... Gold digger, because of money you're selling your body to the... " "Anita!... Stop that! How are you sure she was the one who took the file?" She paused the moment she heard Kenny's voice. Kenny asked and Matthew stood up and said, "Oh... Kenny, she was the one that left the office last yesterday and all of us heard when Anita announced that the particular document that is missing was on her table."

She has yet to regain consciousness. Even though she was my sister, I felt nothing for her plight. Willow deserved everything she got. The reporters called the police, and the police sealed up Willow's house, where she lived alone. They found Eric's fingerprints on the remaining pieces of the vase. Carter Enterprise spent a large amount of money to free Eric from being convicted. However, the scandalous pictures displayed during the wedding of the century still shocked everyone. Carter Enterprise's stock dropped drastically overnight, and they almost went bankrupt.

"What a clown. Parading around about winning me back, only to go running when another woman waved a pregnancy test." For him, admitting the truth would ruin his reputation. That was more than anything he could ever tolerate. Shelley listened to my rant, then grinned. "Finally. You’ve grown up. No more lovesick fool. We can be friends again." I flushed, embarrassed. To prove I meant it, I acted fast. Before Ethan could reshuffle the company, I sold my half of the shares at a low price. Then, I bought a ticket and left, traveling across the country, enjoying every corner of its beauty.

"Mia, we're leaving. We don't need Daddy anymore. Okay?" "Okay." We packed our things and walked out. I never looked back.

“My mother died and then surprise! Not dead anymore.” The bartender looked deeply uncomfortable. “Katelyn, okay, we are leaving.” Stella grabbed her arm. “No!” Katelyn whined loudly, jerking away from her. “I like it here.” “You can barely stand.” “That’s because the floor is stupid.” Katelyn frowned down at the ground like it had personally offended her. Then suddenly, her eyes widened. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “This song sucks.” Before Stella could react, Katelyn stumbled away from the bar entirely.

You love the hell out of me And heaven's where we could be I've stood on the edge of love But never took the leap And you took my armor off And did it delicately And I let my guard down To show you what's underneath."__Never worn white by Katy Perry. Wesley*

When I tried to get into the car, she tried to open the door on the passenger's side. I snapped, "Stop. Could you just get off my back?" I had raised my voice a little. Jeannie froze with shock, though I saw her shoulders shaking. Seeing her like this annoyed me even more. "I know you're after my family's funds. Don't worry, the investment is still a going concern even if we don't marry. Happy now? If you are, go away." When she did not respond, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Those inside the private lounge of the bar, both familiar and unfamiliar, were discussing my running away from the wedding.

I gasped, huge, painful gulps of air. I was unable to speak a single word. With the last dregs of my strength, I tightened my grip on my phone. The screen lit up— Greyson was calling. But before I could answer, Eliza laughed and swung her foot again. The phone flew out of reach, clattering across the floor. "Now," she said, her tone sweet and venomous, "witness my marking ceremony right here, Millie. And wish me happiness."

Well, I guess there's no point in waiting anymore. I undress and dive into my bed, face buried in the feather pillows. I guess I should check for other possible business partners. I fall asleep with the only idea of finding a way to get to the so wanted award. "Whiskey producer No.1" *** Half of my Thursday passes in calls and online meetings. I wake up and start calling. I am determined to start selling inside the States and will do everything to achieve it. But so far I have almost zero success. People gently tell me to get lost. I lost the number of times I've heard "We'll think about it" ; "I have to talk it through with the board" and "I don't think it'll work out". I called what I beli