OVER MY DEAD BODY

ALANNA

I hate Nolan Westbrook.

I know I have said this a lot, but this time. I meant it with every fiber of my being, with every breath in me.

“Why would he endanger my children like this?” I had asked Angela on the call.

“I don't know, he should know better that this media life shouldn't be for kids,” she had responded in a low tone, all her Nolan’s defense seemed to have gone down the drain. That is the thing with Nolan Westbrook.

He will disappoint you.

I had to leave my gracious date with the Vogue Lady and here I was driving to the Westbrook Mansion to give Nolan a piece of my mind.

He messed with the wrong person, as I scrolled through the article, I saw a lot of nasty things it painted me out to be.

“She prioritizes her Job over her Children,” one of the articles highlighted calling me a workaholic mum whose child is being raised by Nannies.

I hated Nolan for putting my kids out there like that. I had tried my best to keep my kids out of the media because I wanted them to