Novel & Cerita Cordelia Fine

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

Theodora changed her clothes and came back without much choice. She knows about their Lord very well, he is not a good person. But her heart is saying that this is wrong. He is not the one for her. For some reason, whenever she looks at the demon she always paints, her heart jumps with joy. His painting always gives her peace and a sense of happiness. "Daughter" Norcia called his daughter when he noticed that she changed and is looking presentable. "Isn't he the same man you killed before coming here?" Melanie asked Odhan, who looked as shocked as she is.

She never came out of her shrine, and not everyone in the Lycaon palace gets to see her, so the description they had of her were mostly assumptions. Cordelia was younger than I’d expected. Since she was several centuries old, I’d expected a very old, toothless woman. But she wasn’t toothless. Her hair was grey and very scanty that I could see some parts of her scalp if I looked very well, but her face carried a youthfulness that didn’t go with the grey hair on her head. Her eyes were clear as day, and her skin soft and flawless. She wasn’t skinny like the books said she was. On the contrary, Cordelia was chubby, with round cheeks and fat dropping from her arms.

This was a place where rich men came to indulge without consequences. Cordelia worked here under the name “Lia.” Tonight she wore a sheer black lace bodysuit that left very little to the imagination. The front plunged deep between her full, heavy breasts. The back was open all the way down to the top of her round ass. Her long braids were styled in an elegant high ponytail with loose curls framing her face. She looked beautiful. Seductive. And completely out of place in her own skin.

She's seeing me, I thought from my perch on the staircase, a sliver of cold satisfaction piercing my numbness. "The mind is a fragile thing under such trauma," Cordelia murmured, her sharp, grey eyes sweeping the foyer, missing nothing. Her gaze passed over the space I occupied, and for a fleeting second, it seemed to pause. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips before she turned back to Liam. I felt a jolt, a sensation of being seen that was entirely new. That evening, she installed herself in Elara's room. Elara, who had been listless, grew subtly agitated. Cordelia took her bandaged hand, her touch seeming to both comfort and hold her down.