Hello Beautiful Ann Napolitano Novels & Stories

She spared no expense upgrading her image. She refreshed all her photos online. As more and more people started commenting and asking about her rates, I used the rich heir's account again to test her. [Are you free lately? I'd like to go hiking with you again.] She took forever to reply. When she finally did, her message was brief and dismissive. [It's too hot for hiking. I've been busy. Maybe some other time.] For once, Janet was not lying. From the constant updates on her feed, it was clear that after upgrading her look with loan money, she was then spending her days at Michelin-star restaurants and high-end clubs.

Annette explained simply. Jennifer gave her an envious look. She thought, 'An ordinary girl becomes noble overnight. Connor is the richest man in Akron. Although he is in a relationship with Annette now, he might break up with her at any time. Annette is probably clear about that, so she said that she was not sure if she would marry him in the future.' Jennifer raised her eyebrows. "A few days ago, there was a rumor about Mr. Norman and Daphne on the news. Although Mr. Norman denied it, my colleagues and I still thought that Mr. Norman and Daphne were a couple."

Her phone was ringing. Picking it up, she frowned as she saw a new number, and she wondered if it was Russell. Maybe Charlotte had found a way to pass her number along. But then she remembered; she was using another number. Not even Charlotte had it. Still, she hesitated for a second before answering. “Hello?” A calm woman’s voice came through. “Good morning. Am I speaking to the one and only Sylvania Scarlet?” Sylvania blinked. “Yes… you are.” “Oh, wonderful!” the woman said, excitedly. “This is Anna Holland. I saw your email, and I just had to call. I would love to be dressed by you for the business gala happening in the city later this month.”

"She wasn't what I was expecting." "She wasn't what anyone was expecting." "She looks too ordinary." Anna snorted at the last comment. Did they expect her to look glamorous just because she was a Siromani? Well, they were in for the shock of their lives because the Annabelle Siromani was not like that.

please. Dion moved to the microphone as the two women stood by his side, then every eye from the room stared at him. The dazzling image of a handsome man with a face sculpted by God, surrounded by two beautiful ladies in amazing dresses, can make any person show attention even if they didn't want to. "I have an announcement to make," Dion began the speech with a big smile, "I want to formally introduce my wife, Thea Lark."

Today's sunny afternoon in the middle of winter was the wedding of Matthew Kanne, the wealthy American bachelor, and Nicholas' younger sister, Ficanzi de Sanctis, who must have changed to Ficanzi Kanne. She had been doing me a favor by looking after Anna and Penelope, and I had often asked her to let me know how they were doing since I couldn't go anywhere with the security around me tightening up. Ficanzi not only told me, but she showed me pictures of them. Penelope was already doing so well; she had gained weight, was in the healthy category, and was definitely happy. It was the same with Anna, but she often asked me where I was, how I was doing, and why I never came to their place anymor

The gold ring on his finger glinted under the chandeliers as he approached, that too-perfect smile already playing at his lips. “Alessia Capone,” he drawled, “You’ve managed to steal every eye in the room.” Before I could respond, he leaned in and brushed a kiss to each cheek. His hand lingered a fraction too long at my arm as he pulled back. He smiled wider, “Allow me to introduce my wife,” he said, turning slightly. “Anastasia Costello.” And she was... breathtaking. The kind of beautiful that made people stop mid-sentence. Tall, with long, icy blonde hair and eyes the color of frozen seas. Her skin was flawless, her presence almost unreal.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

Connor said, without heat. "Sorry," Russo said. They stayed in comfortable silence for a while until a noise drew their attention. It was Annah. She had changed into a smart polo top over stoned washed jeans. She wore sandals and Connor couldn't explain it but her red nail polish on her toe, peaking out of her sandals was downright attractive. Her hair which she had tied in a loose ponytail was now down, flowing on her back and the sight of her was heavenly. Connor couldn't believe how beautiful she was and he loved that she was coming out of her room more and more.

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