Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

Cindy is such a nice person. She makes me feel absolutely welcome as we stroll along next to each other in one of the most expensive shopping districts in the city. It’s as if I’m with a friend. We don’t talk about the proposal Mr. Merriweather has made to me. We really don’t talk about him much at all, except for when Cindy says how nice he is and how glad she is to work for him. She says he’s the best boss she has ever had, the best boss she could hope for. She also says not to worry about spending too much money, that Mr. Merriweather will be disappointed if I don’t get everything I want.

This time Cindy revealed an annoyed smile. "There's one more thing, Linda." Cindy walked over to Linda. "You should remember that the director disparages your designs as having no charm, no creativity. So it's not surprising that they chose Winter Love over Melody. This means... I really have talent. You should be careful. If I'm interested, I'll take your place." Cindy said confidently and walked away with a haughty smile, leaving an angry Linda with clenched fists. Cindy left without looking back at Linda to see her reaction.

Cindy bit her lip. “Chester, I… I can’t get any film or advertisement offers lately. Even the songs I sang have been taken down from all major platforms. I haven’t had income for three months.” Chester watched Cindy, who was in front of him. For some reason, Eliza’s face flashed across his head. Cindy and Eliza were both Felix Media’s artists. One of them was Jewell Corporation’s shareholder. Even before then, Eliza did a great job in filming in the past. She was brave and sharp.

She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached, and in a flash, she yanked her phone from her pocket and dialed a number she’d long kept buried. The line clicked alive. “You want your revenge, don’t you?” Cindy hissed into the receiver. “With Luciano in New York…” Her eyes glinted with venom. A smirk spread over her face like poison blooming on silk. “Don’t you think it’s finally time to go to Mr. MORREL?”

She looked at him. “Yes, ma’am.” He paid for them and left staring at Cindy as he went. She floated across the floor dancing as she went straightening up everything and humming. Mrs. Dowdell just laughed as she did it and continued to work as well. On her break, Cindy sent out a group message to Kelly, Amber, Isabella, and Jessica. “I have a date. You won’t believe me who it is, so I’ll send photos later, if I can.” “What?” Kelly wrote back. “You…Cindy Henderson…have a date??!!”

RIGHT? If your jaw dropped at “Melissa invited me,” then imagine how Luneth feels right now—with her glam dress, ruined makeup, and a mother hugging her husband like it’s reunion season. Comment below if you trust Cindy or if you think this is about to be a betrayal with a capital B. I’m watching you, silent readers. Don’t make me pull a Maljore stare on y’all. COMMENT.

At this moment, Cindy really wanted to quit her job. "Cindy separate right. Pull Cassandra until she is away from Viona!" "No, Mr. Malvin. Miss Cassandra grabbed- Ahhh... my hair!" cried Cindy, who was already having trouble seeing her surroundings because Cassandra kept attacking her. Cindy was unable to separate the two women who were fighting. In fact, at this moment she wanted to save herself. ***

"I'm not going to toll in the mud with swine. It's a waste of time and energy. Not worth it." "You...!" Cindy had not expected that. Her face flushed bright red. Sierra didn't even look at her. Cindy's fists tightened. She finally snapped, "I know what's going on between you and Mr. Henderson! You're just some mistress he keeps on the side! What are you so proud of?" "If I really were really Mr. Henderson's mistress as you said, do you think you'd still be working at Origin Games?" Sierra looked straight at Cindy. Her gaze carried an unspeakable pressure.

She pulls out the words. “Why?” Lee’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Did they refuse to follow you back on I*******m? Reject your MLM skincare pitch? Ignored your flirtations?” The silence cracks like ice. Cindy’s heels click against the floor as she approaches with the slow precision of a cat deciding whether to play or kill. She bends, lowering herself until she’s nose-to-nose with Lee. Her perfume — something floral, expensive, suffocating — clouds the air. “They tortured. They broke. They raped. They killed.” She straightens herself up. “Destroyed every fucking thing.” My hand slaps over my mouth before the sound can escape. “They ruined my life!”

Was it something to be smug about? Cindy originally wanted to wait for a chance to make a comeback at Jane’s face. However, she did not expect that before she had time to react, she had already been shut out from the media by Alex and was shunned to the miserable northeastern land. From then onwards, Cindy could no longer make a living in the entertainment industry anymore. Cindy was just twenty eight years old at the moment, but she could only give herself to the old man, who was about thirty years her senior, and she became his mistress. Her plan on seeking revenge, on the other hand, was in the unforeseeable future.