Travis Phelps Sally Face Novels & Stories

The air in the room grew thick with emotion, the weight of years apart pressing down on them in silence. For a long while, neither of them spoke. Finally, Dean broke the quiet, his voice carrying a tangle of emotions. “Sis… your face…” Sally loosened her hold on him and gave a small smile. “I had an accident. It left me scarred, so… I no longer look the same.” Dean fell silent. A flicker of pain crossed his gaze.

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."

Dylan reassured Sally, "You don't have to worry about false accusations if you're innocent. I'll deal with her if she's lying. Let's hear her out." From Dylan's words, Phoebe was certain that he had no idea that the woman he was about to marry was both a fraud and a spy for Nightshade. She pressed another button on the remote. A picture of the Hoffis family appeared, including Sally, her grandparents, her parents, and Oliver. The picture was taken ten years ago. Sally was just 14 years old, and it was before she went abroad. Loretta walked shakily to the stage. She was burning with anger. She wanted to help Sally, but Zach held her back.

Didn’t know how to lie or keep things to herself. Sally said she was forever getting into trouble for her over opinionated views. She was something alright. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. She had this look about her. She was stunning and never really overplayed her looks. It was like she knew how good she looked and kept it simple… Kept it minimal… Didn’t overkill the look. He was intrigued… That was saying something, Tristan was hardly ever intrigued with the ladies. Rarely did he find something in a woman that was worth looking over. With Callie… He needed more.

“I didn’t know you and Damian got back together” Sally said as they headed down the stairs “I don’t know if you call that getting back together. We didn’t. He just showed up in my room. I guess he was looking for comfort or something” she said “And you let him sleep in your bed? C’mon. Maybe you should stop fighting it and just make up and get married or something” Sally said “I would add that to my bucket list when I get this issue over with. I just want to get Phillip out of the way once and for all” she said to Sally

Her hand was raised before the camera, revealing the ring on her finger. The caption read, "My answer is yes." By the time I saw Sally's post, Mom's body had already been taken to the morgue. I'd called Tristan 30 times, but he didn't answer a single one of my calls. However, he did leave a comment on Sally's post. "I'll fulfill all my promises to you." In the photo, Tristan and Sally were in a tight embrace, and I even saw underwears behind them. It was obvious what they'd just been doing.

“ Sally take this cellphone from my hand and tell me I'm not hallucinating this text and Tristan is actually begging me to come back to him ” “ What the **** ”Sally exclaimed basically snatching the phone from her hands . “ Shut the phone girlll you're not hallucinating at all , the bastard is finally begging ” . Sally stood up doing a weird celebratory dance that made Alicia giggle . “ I can't believe it finally worked , Sally I finally have him exactly where I want him ”. “ Yes you do girl , now you know what we're going to do . You're going to ghost him and not respond at all , let him feel like he is not worth it all, he isn't worth your time ” .

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling.

He chuckled nervously “Well, I'd like to introduce you to my wife, Alison Harper -Rodrigo. He said and turned to Alison, gesturing for her to come over. Alison stepped forward, her face serene, and the room erupted into a flurry of camera clicks. “Isn't she so beautiful to be cheated on?” “Is she the woman on the tapes?” “She's really beautiful but staying with a fraudster and a cheat? That's a no.” “She's Alison Harper, the attorney.” Travis took her hand, his grip warm and reassuring, feeling her nervousness as the whispers flew around the room.

After withdrawing her hand from his grasp, she gave a slight nod and turned to walk away. Beverly pressed record on her phone before entering the restroom, where Sally was touching up her makeup. Beverly stopped her and asked, "Why did you disappear right before you were supposed to testify? And why are you with Evan now? Did he threaten you?" Sally looked Beverly over, her tone deliberately calm. "I was mistaken that day. Mr. Gray wasn't with the hitman." To say she despised Beverly would be an understatement. How could she carelessly disregard what others felt—whether it was Evan or James?