Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

She stood confidently at the grand front gates of the estate—the very same private estate Leo had brought Eva to that morning. Wearing a fitted white dress that hugged her curves, Cleo beamed at the camera with bold delight. "Hey, guys, check it out! This whole estate? My boyfriend gave it to me. If you wanna come and snap some pics, just drop my name at the gate!" Eva couldn't take it anymore. She quietly unlocked her phone and slipped into Cleo's livestream. Cleo wasn't just another influencer. She was a "special talent" signed personally by Leo.

Then the music transitions. Cleo comes down the stairs and the room reacts before they can stop themselves. A few girls sit up straighter. She’s wearing a pink slip dress. It’s silky, fluid, and hitting just above the knee with a cropped white faux fur jacket thrown over it. Her heels are strappy and clear with pink diamanté buckles. She’s layered three thin gold necklaces at different lengths and swapped her original earrings for a pair of long pink chandelier drops that graze her shoulders when she moves.

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

MAX POV The crowd's applause thundered around me, but I could only stand frozen, staring at her. She was stunning. Her beauty was captivating but intimidating, wrapped in an air of untouchable grace. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her gown was like liquid gold under the light. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Something about her drew me in, a magnetism that defied explanation but I knew it wasn't love… It was power, fame and wealth that made me want to be close to her.

The group behind them also forced their way up to pay formalities. “Hello, Mr. Cuevaz, I’m Lyla Kelly. I’ve seen your films and really like them.” A group of women flocked in and soon surrounded him They scrambled to introduce themselves, hoping to leave a good impression on him. In this way, Mr. Cuevaz might remember them should there be a suitable role available someday. However, he did not like the hustle and bustle. He attended the event for the sake of the principal. How could he possibly bear being besieged by a group of noisy women?

She chuckled and pushes Shernina on the ground. "Sorry dear, show is over." She said as she look at Shernina ridiculously. I shrugged and tap her on the shoulder. "Nicely done, cousin!" I smirk and nodded. Aonasyl is my cousin. We've been together since birth. We are partners in crime and always make trouble before. We are like sisters who share everything to each other. There's no secret between us. Aonasyl is a princess too but she studied abroad so we did not study at same school but we are still updated at each others life.

"I love you honey." "I love you more, Gio." He brought his face close to mine and gave me a sweet kiss. We heard a clap coming from our side so we turned around. I saw a scary aura looking at Gio and me. I felt Gio's grip on my waist tighten. It was as if he was holding it back. The woman is beautiful, I think she is in her early 40's. Her long hair is tall, elegant, sexy and blonde. Could this be Gio's mom?

Finesia who wasn't comfortable by the presence of the servants tried to calm herself from attacking them, she might go berserk because of their smell, as a human. Her eyes stopped on the mirror, Her long golden hair was tied up and braided making it look good on her. She was wearing jewelries that was sent by the Emperor and wore a long elegant candy-cone gown with the petticoat on her waist. She couldn't take off her eyes from the mirror, she was judging herself, if her bare eyes was seen by the servants, would they shout and kill her? The servants weren't talking to her, but her vision says that the servants are afraid to talk to her---no rather they were afraid that Leonardo might kill th