Dijonai Carrington And Nalyssa Smith Novels & Stories

The only thing I know was seven years ago was the date of our marriage. I already knew our marriage was forced, but to think that there was an incident that my husband doesn't want me to know while it is involved with the Lycans is enough to form my suspicion. "Lunas don't have any right to engage in the transaction in between the Alpha Kings unless the male wolf allows." Hyde explains, though I am already aware of that nonsense.

Diane walked in. The room seemed to tighten as she stepped forward in a fitted black gown, her blonde hair sleek, glasses resting neatly on her face. Her presence alone drew eyes. And beside her, Eveyln’s breath hitched slightly. Carlson. The Alpha of Nacro Pack walked in with her, with his milk suits, his presence commanding, as he scanned the room. Eveyln straightened slowly, her fingers curling slightly against the table. This just got worse. Eveyln turned her head forward, letting out a quiet scoff as she settled into her seat, her expression tightening.

Tall windows caught the light like mirrors, reflecting the last hues of daylight. “Welcome home,” Damien murmured, clearly pleased with my reaction. As soon as the car came to a stop beneath the porte-cochère, two maids stepped forward. One was a tall, soft-spoken woman named Annelise with almond-shaped eyes and a comforting presence. The other was younger and bubbly—Isla. “Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter,” Annelise said, bowing slightly. “We’ve prepared your rooms. Dinner will be ready at your leisure.”

Now he’s moving closer, glass of champagne in hand. Roman sees him too. His arm tightens around me like a steel band. Carter stops in front of us, smile easy. “Roman. Good to see you.” His eyes slide to me. “And you must be…?” “Lana,” I say, smiling politely. “Victoria's daughter.” Carter’s smile widens. “Lucky Roman.” He offers me the champagne. “Dance?” Roman’s voice is low, lethal. “She’s with me.” Carter raises an eyebrow. “Just one dance. For charity.”

, "Is someone going to get fired?" Who are they talking about? Suddenly the gossiping stops, the room gets pin-drop silence. People around me abruptly stand up from their seats. I look back perplexedly at where they all are staring and I see our boss A.K.A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head.

Nolan: Natalia’s laughter drifted across the hall, soft and unassuming as she instructed one of the maids to adjust the candleholders. Mira hovered at her side like a shadow, touching the tablecloth as if she had any right to approve it. The servants scurried about, nervous, eager, while Alessandro barked the occasional correction. Most of the corrections were for the choices that Mira made. I stood in the doorway, watching.

Rebecca's smile froze when she saw the person standing outside. Nyla hadn't expected Caroline to be with Damon and the others, and surprise flashed in her eyes. However, she quickly regained her composure. Damon, who had been wearing an indifferent expression, was about to say something when Caroline walked over to Nyla. "Nyla, have you been waiting long?" Caroline asked. Nyla smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. Shall we go?" "Sure," Caroline said, turning back to Damon and his group. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Preston, Ms. Austen, I'll be going now. Maybe we can have lunch together some other time."

——- That Same Evening, Valencia & Cruz Law Firm Natalia sat in her sleek corner office, its glass walls offering a panoramic view of the bustling streets below. She leaned over her laptop, the screen awash with open files and scanned documents. Legal briefs, financial records, internal memos—all evidence carefully gathered to tighten the noose around Damien Carrington and his precious Carrington Global.

Rebecca's smile froze when she saw the person standing outside. Nyla hadn't expected Caroline to be with Damon and the others, and surprise flashed in her eyes. However, she quickly regained her composure. Damon, who had been wearing an indifferent expression, was about to say something when Caroline walked over to Nyla. "Nyla, have you been waiting long?" Caroline asked. Nyla smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. Shall we go?" "Sure," Caroline said, turning back to Damon and his group. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Preston, Ms. Austen, I'll be going now. Maybe we can have lunch together some other time."

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”