Trish Stratus Jeff Hardy Novels & Stories

Those who used to curry favor with the Hardy family disappeared without a trace. Due to Travis' success in his career, the Hardy family walked around in a haughty manner, especially Janine and her malicious tongue. She offended almost everyone around them. No one liked the Hardy family. People who visited them were there to poke fun at the Hardy family's downfall. They wanted to have something to gossip about. Realizing that no one was willing to help them, they remembered their former daughter-in-law. For the past few years, they hadn't contacted Larissa as Yvette requested. Thus, they had no idea about her whereabouts.

“Now listen carefully everyone! Hardin Calu was forced into child-pornography by his mother and aunt Jessica! Jessica owns a brothel and a sex club and that is where Hardin spent the rest of his childhood. Not only did he experience these horrors at an early age but even his own mother, molested and raped him! I tell you this, as his girlfriend and the mother of their baby; I had every right to defend his honor against the woman who destroyed his life. And if I had a chance, I would fuckin’ do it without any second thought! Why? Because Brianne has no right over Hardin in all ways. She has no right to be a mother to such a beautiful soul. And if I had to go to prison fighting for him and Jar

Athens said to Hardin before leaving Hardin just left back to his study with Emily following him angrily. “Can I get an explanation at least?” Emily said “It's complicated , she was the girl I fell in love with in Russia and she told me her name was Trish . We dated for a month or so before she disappeared and when I tried looking for her she was a ghost and nothing was found.” Hardin said drinking his Scotch “Casper has a lot of explaining to do because it's starting to make sense.” Hardin added

Troy—not just Jaxon’s best friend, but also the team’s loudest mouth—followed the look and let out a low whistle. “Damn, bro. You been staring at quiet girl again?” Harper froze. Earbuds still in. Eyes on her phone. But her entire body stilled. Jaxon’s response came fast. Too fast. “What? No.” Troy laughed. “C’mon. You think I haven’t seen it? You’ve been doing that weird look thing since junior year. I thought it was just a phase.” Jaxon kept his voice low. “It’s not like that.”

She had done everything but still, she was alone celebrating her birthday and the man she loves was with another woman sleeping together in his bed. Trishia drank another glass of whiskey in one go. Then she poured again. “That woman is a whore!” “She didn’t risk her life for him!” “She has done nothing!” Trishia gulped another mouthful of whiskey then she poured whiskey into her glass again. “I am Trishia Meyer. A superstar. I saved Kelly Sky. I will marry Bill Sky.” “Who are you, Arabella?” “Nothing!” “You don’t deserve to be in his bed.” “I should be the one beside him tonight.” Trishia gulped another mouthful of whiskey in one go.

V. I almost wish I hadn't. Because guess whose interview is playing? Guess whose face is strewn across the small screen? Gerrard Southerford’s. I don't know what it is that makes me feel so... strange in my chest whenever there's even a mention of this man. I mean, I know every girl in the Six-- hell, every girl in the country, almost-- is crazy about him, because those looks really are something to boast of, but I swear its not just about his looks when it comes to me.

They made their way to the elevator to take them to the CEO’s office, and while waiting, another stood by them, Trish Hardy, the assistant for Sylvia Elon. Trish took a glance at the couple and smirked. ‘Is this a sugar daddy for this slut? We are not in a club looking for our next prey.’ When the doors opened, all three entered, and Trish selected her floor as the old man pressed the CEO’s floor, making Trish frown. ‘They are going to see the new CEO dressed like that?’ When Trish’s floor arrived, she left but not without taking a glance and seeing the young woman give her the middle finger as the doors closed. ‘What a childish gesture.’