Walker Scobell Middle Name Novels & Stories

she shrugs as if it’s nothing. "Of course, I care, you my baby cousin..." I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. "I see" "What’s his name? Does he treat you well?" I ask her "Robert Scobell... Yes, he does..." she nods "Catherine Scobell. Damn that sounds terrible... Divorce the dude. Marry Someone with the surname Jacobs, it’s better than Stevens..." I joke She rolls her eyes at me.

"Oh, you must be the granddaughter everyone's talking about. How... interesting." The way she said 'interesting' made it sound like an insult. "Victoria Chen," she introduced herself to me, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I work with Killian at Dreven Enterprises." I shook her hand briefly. "Elara Revas." "Yes, I heard about your... situation. Things can be so messy, can't they?" My face heated up. Of course, people were already talking about what just happened. "That's enough," Killian said coldly.

"Or else, you don't know us" Nervous, I walk towards them with shaken legs, tilting my head to Olivia. She looks nervous too. "Name", the middle guy speaks. "Iv— Ivanna" "Full name" "Ivanna Scott" "Huh! You carry the same name of a public figure's wife?" The right guy laughs. "But you can't be, huh?" The middle guy scans me from head to toe. "Look like a poor clumsy nerd, as always" I squirm and grab the straps of my backpack tightly as he walks up to me.

The woman hesitated for a moment but eventually smiled and accepted Scarlett's hand, shaking it as she replied, "I'm Abegail Garcia... And you?" Scarlett's smile widened even further, but a hint of annoyance tainted her expression as she retorted, "Pleasure to meet you, Abegail. I'm Scarlett Scott Scoville, Storm Scoville’s wife."

He was as calm as ever when he admitted: “You mean Dr. Falcone Paz? Yes, we are family friends. Known each other since Adam.” I had no doubt, and that also cleared the suspicion I had had of him being a dangerous stalker. I had been wondering how he knew I was pregnant, but him saying the doctor was his family friend that day cleared it all. I concluded that maybe, maybe they had casually talked about his employee’s wife—me—coming in for a test. My only option with the hair was to straighten it and hope that I looked semi-presentable to Mr. Scarpa. I was to meet Mr. Scarpa today with the lawyer and maybe Alessia, Mr. Scarpa's daughter.

There, I saw Scout walking in with his arm around Maya Walker's slim body. The accessories he wore—weren't they the ones I had painstakingly chosen for his birthday? A bitterness filled my heart, and I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. Before Maya, "Scouttie" was a name that belonged only to me. As the Saccone family heir and third in line in the Saccone hierarchy, he wielded enormous influence in the Hare City's circle. Everyone else referred to him as Mr. Scout. But I was the exception. After he brought me into the Saccone family, I stubbornly refused to call him "Mr. Scout," as our seniority dictated.