Tracey Collins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Isabel Eaton, things are over between us. Please stop harassing my friends and ex-colleagues. I'm already on my way to get married to someone else. "As for Cameron, I never told anyone to cause trouble for him. I've seen you two walking around hand-in-hand multiple times. I've seen you two kiss in public. I also know you two stayed in the same hotel room when you were off on a business trip. You even left me at the altar because of him. "If you think that me feeling jealous and upset because of all the things you've done counts as me causing trouble for him, then I admit it. I've done that before. But it will never happen again."

Sherry and Colin, both celebrities in the entertainment industry, had no scandals, and most comments about them were blessings. Isabella, who received the news, was dozing off in Ethan's office. Her phone kept buzzing, causing her to frown. Then she heard Ethan next to her, looking at his phone, saying, "Tricia and Colin are together." Isabella was startled and immediately got up. "Who?" she asked. "Tricia," Ethan handed her the phone. Isabella took it, and the photo displayed was a still from the movie they had previously worked on together.

Tracy rests her head on my shoulder while the wind was bleeping our hairs. "Hi mom. We're here." Tracy speaks. "Happy birthday." She added. I read what was written on the gravestone. Melissa Colin 1961-2007. But isn't Tracy and Nick's surname Wilde? Why is she Colin? Did she remarry? So she died eight years ago. I wonder what happened to her. I glanced at Nick and he looked dead serious with his eyebrows creasing while the wind was blowing the top part of his hair and his hands were inside his pocket.

She looked at Zayden and then left. Meanwhile, Rishan was standing at the door holding two lunch boxes and waiting for Tracy. On her way out, Tracy was surprised to see Zayden’s bodyguards. She covered her chest and turned to face each of the bodyguards, saying to Rishan, “Why don’t you go inside and speak to Mr. Collins? He appears to be exhausted. What he’s afraid of now that he has so many bodyguards here.” Tracy then took the lunch box from Rishan’s grasp. After opening the box, and seeing her favorite dish, she smiled happily.

We left the cafeteria, Hilary's heels tripping across the polished hardwood. I am about to hop in my Geely LC GB M/T when I heard my tire explode. I immediately run towards the back of my car where I heard the explosion. "Flat tires?" Hilary asks and I nod to reply. "Get inside the car, I'll accompany you," She said while pointing her index finger to her car. I slowly went inside her Ford Mustang 5.0L V8 GT Specs while drawing a smile on my face. Darn! I have to seize the moment.

Massimo asked, feeling unbothered. He just simply lifted his head and met the girl's eyes. “A-Alpha Massimo, I am Tracey, the pack doctor that Alpha Klein sent here to look out for you. But I was surprised to find out that you were with this woman, having some—” Just before she can finish her words, I immediately cut her off. My chest pounded so fast as I looked at her, pleading. “Please, do not tell anything to Alpha Klein. You won't tell him what you see here. I'm begging…”

Turning one into the lowest ranked in the pack and even abusing them? After his birthday celebration, he immediately left the same night to go for a secret training that only he and his father knew of. He never thought that when he came back five years later, everything would have changed. "Tell me everything you know," Mark demanded. He had the urge to snap this man's neck but logic told him otherwise. "After you left five years ago, Miss Maya was accused of stealing some expensive jewelry belonging to miss Lily." "Beta Collin and his wife Melissa wanted to cast her out of the pack but Lily stood up to her and requested they don't chase her away."

he announced, but I shook my head. It did not add up. Trisha was the warmest person who had worked with me at the Designers' Hub, and we had bonded well over the time we had spent together. The ruin of the dress had broken her as much as it had crushed me. She could not be the culprit. I stepped up, staring squarely at Collins. "You must be mistaken, Collins," I snapped, glaring in Eric's direction. Was this another prank of his to get another of my friends in jail for what they knew nothing about?

She plays along. "And Im Mary West but just call me Mary. That's my real name." The woman said and held her hand for a handshake. "Nice to see you in person Mary. By the way, my real name is Anastasia Collins." She introduces herself and shake her hand. Eliot clears his throat. "As far as I remember hon, its Anastasia Vesallius now." He corrected. Oh. That's right. She's married now. Anastasia laughs at her husband's antics. "Right, its Anastasia Vesallius now."

Valerie, displeased with the error, rudely hit the artist's hand away and snapped, "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I'm Mrs. Collins, Trey Collins' wife. How dare you treat me like that?" The makeup artist, flustered, pleaded, "I'm... I'm sorry, madam. I didn't mean to. Please don't feel obligated to pay me for my service." Valerie's response was boastful as she replied, "You're forgiven, but don't forget who I am. Hurry up; you don't know when my husband will arrive."