Titan Jillian Graves Novels & Stories

Etienne turned in shock around to see his beloved uncle and a smile paused on his face. "Andre". The excited lad run and jumped on his uncle showing great love to him. Andre de Villiers is Etienne’s uncle from his mother’s side, her name was Chantal de Villiers until she married into the Arnulphy family. Andre was the last born in a family of 5 children and Chantal was the fourth. "Andre, oh I missed you so much…you didn’t mention to us that you were back in town, how’s the residency going at Edenvale Gen?"

After the meal, Jia and Elena headed to the bathroom to touch up their makeup. Jia leaned against the sink as Elena opened her red lipstick and carefully applied it, the color gliding onto her lip. She pressed her lips together, blending the shade..before turning to Jia. "How well do you know Mr. Tiziano?" Jia asked, her voice soft "Is he hard to work with?" Elena paused, studying herself in the mirror as she finished adjusting her lipstick "He's the CEO of Titan's Entertainment, where I work. He's been out of the country for five years—people say he's started a business in Tokyo”

She ran from cops through dark alleys, playing hide-and-seek with death. Then came Greta—a poor woman who lived under a bridge, surviving on selling candy and cigarettes. She wasn’t rich. But she had the heart of a mother. For three years, Greta became her world. They survived together. They were family. But fate was unkind yet again. Greta died of pneumonia. Jillian was eighteen, and by then, she had learned how to dance with life, even if it was cruel. "I won’t ask for your answer now," Victoria said, breaking Jillian from the memory. "I’ll come back in two days. I hope by then you’ve decided. Remember, Jillian, this is about your sister’s happiness—and our family’s honor."

she answered, then I nodded. I looked back again, and Jillian seemed cheerful and not difficult to be with. Being alone like her, I can say that she is a strong woman because she is able to live even if she is only herself. We arrived at Titus' mansion and stayed there. The many maids and butlers who greeted us. “Wow…” Jillian said in disbelief. “Your mansion is so huge, Titus; you're the only one living here? Where are your parents?” she asked.

“Thank you for joining us at the Crimson Exchange. Tonight, we unveil something... special. Something the world has not seen in generations.” She turned, gesturing to the curtain behind her. “What you are about to witness is the rebirth of power. The unraveling of dynasties. And the end of the Graves family legacy.” The curtain rose. Gasps filled the room. Elena’s blood ran cold. Displayed on the platform, in a sealed bulletproof case, were the contents of Killian’s private vaults—original contracts, surveillance footage, family ledgers, blackmail material dating back decades. Every piece of leverage the Graves empire had ever wielded... exposed like a museum exhibit.

“Because I’m family.” I blinked. “What?” Jillian didn’t respond. He just stood there. Still. Quiet. “Tell her,” Graham taunted. “Tell her I’m your cousin. Tell her we grew up side-by-side until you took over the business and I got kicked to the curb.” Christy: “Is that true?” Jillian’s jaw flexed. “He betrayed us. He sold out intel to a rival gang and nearly got my father killed. He’s lucky we didn’t bury him six feet under.”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!