D'angelo Russell Girlfriend 소설 & 이야기

Marcus says. “Then I guess your memory is a bit foggy because Mr Angelo is straight, he just has a weird way to show he cares or wants something.” “Yeah defend him, I don’t blame you. You haven’t been here longer than any of us so you are really short in information.” Marcus says. “What do you mean?” “It is no new news. Mr Angelo’s ex-fiancee. Since that hot chick Susanna walked out of Mr Angelo’s life he hasn’t been the same and it can be possible he is trying to find love elsewhere aside from hooking up with random girls.” Marcus speaks boldly.

I whispered into his ear. "Who are these people Angela??" Angelo whispered back. "I'll tell you later" I told him, pulling away from our hug. He nodded and I could still see the worry in his eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile and turned around to leave. I walked to the front door with Lorenz following close behind me, he grabbed me by my forearm and dragged me outside to his car. Opening the backseat door, he shoved me inside before getting in after me and opened a newspaper to read while we waited for the traitor Arthur and evil Shane to join us.

I smiled despite myself and shouted back, “Put me down, you crazy!” The moment my feet touched the ground, my eyes met Luca’s cold black gaze. He walked over to the couch and gently laid Angelo down next to a girl I hadn’t noticed until now. She stood up and hugged Luca the moment he straightened up. “I missed you!” she whispered. She was tall, with fiery red hair, marble-like skin, and a red dress that barely covered her perfectly sculpted body. It was obvious there was something between them. Could it be that she's his girlfriend? Or worse… his wife?

And despite telling myself not to care, not to wonder, I can already feel the itch under my skin, the curiosity, the jealousy, and the need to know more about Alessandro’s ex. Who she was, and why, after all this time? “Not yet. I just got up from a nap,” I respond, “Alright. I have to leave,” she announces, I nod as she walks out of the room. She shuts it behind her. Immediately she's gone, I pick up my phone. “Alessandro Vanilli, and his girlfriend.” I search. Articles pop up immediately. The top headlines are the ones speaking about their breakup. “Billionaire heiress, Alessandro Vanilli, and billionaire heiress, Angel Coleman have announced the termination of their engagement.” The headl

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

awestruck by the depth of his pursuit. “From the very beginning, I was the lead male, and I was going to choose my partner. Luckily, you were the one who caught my attention.” For a moment, I was completely speechless—then a question that had been buried deep inside finally rose to the surface. “Were you the one who paid my mom’s bills? And sent five hundred thousand to my account?” I asked, heart pounding. The smug smile spreading across his face answered everything. “Raul—” I whimpered, “those bills are way too much for me to pay back.” His brows furrowed sharply. He gripped my wrist with surprising force. “And who told you you’d have to pay me back?” He growled. “But—”

There was a link to some gossip blog. I clicked it. The headline screamed: "Gold-Digger Ariana Melendez-Russo: From Angelo's Bed to His Uncle's in Record Time!" The world tilted. I scrolled down with shaking fingers. There were pictures me and Angelo from our wedding day, me and Dante at the gala last week. The comments were worse: "Slut couldn't even wait a month before jumping into bed with the richer Russo brother!" "No wonder Dante married her, she probably fucked him into it!"

Charlotte clicked in and realized that it was Dangelo's fan who picked him up today. She heard Dangelo say, "I saw beautiful love. Who doesn't want sweet love?" And then Dangelo became a trending topic. Fans speculated whether he was in a relationship, but after digging around, no signs were found. The only one that made people doubt was Charlotte, but Charlotte was already married, so obviously it wasn't her. However, when Dangelo said those words, his fans naturally thought that he had a girlfriend.

D’Angelo says, gesturing to the view, “you have good taste. For a graveyard or a negotiation.” “That depends on how this goes,” Dante replies. They talk in circles at first. Money. Old deals. Polite venom traded in phrases like “mutual respect” and “unfortunate misunderstandings.” Then: “About the girl,” D’Angelo says at last. “Our…unfinished business.” Dante’s jaw locks. “Luna is my wife,” he says. “There is no business left to finish.” D’Angelo’s eyes gleam, the way a collector’s might when a coveted piece comes back on the market.