Yvette Jody Novels & Stories

she asked softly, giving Yvette the space to open up at her own pace. Yvette hesitated at first, her voice barely above a whisper as she began to pour out her heart. "It's Gerard," she admitted, her words tinged with sadness and frustration. "I can't seem to forgive him, even though I know he wasn't behind everything that happened to me. But his decision to divorce me years ago... It turned my life into a nightmare, and the trauma still lingers."

for her. It seemed her version of keeping an eye on him was to keep him right in her bed. "Oops, sorry, Janice. I got carsick, so I snagged the front seat," said Yvette, comfortably lounging and twirling the seatbelt around her finger. "Adrian saved it just for me." Adrian coughed slightly. "Yvette's my assistant now. It made sense to give her a ride." The moment the car door shut, Yvette, like she owned the place, dug out a pack of gum and waved it at Janice.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Yvette continued: “Oh, and… you helped me hire a lawyer, paid for my treatments—it was a lot. I went through all the expenses and put the total in this card. The PIN is the last six digits of your phone number.” “It really wasn’t necessary.” “No, no. You know how I am—I don’t like owing people. I just got paid for a new composition I wrote, so since I’m able to repay you, I must.” Listening from the lounge, Julissa felt a swirl of emotions. It seemed Senior Yvette was much more clear-headed than she’d expected—she wasn’t clinging or unable to let go. Then again, maybe Senior Yvette had never really loved Scott that deeply. Years ago, to spite another man, she had briefly dated Scott—for just