Her Eternal Mr Right Free Novels & Stories

I said nervously, trying to compose and calm myself since I felt a hint of happiness earlier when I was watching the festival. I can not bear to lose control here. Not when half of England is present. Blair rolled her eyes at me before colliding our arms together. “Could you not have thought of a better compliment?” she teased. “I am not really the type to find compliments amusing,” I replied. “In that case, I am glad to give you one now. You look stunning, Miss Clara.” Blair gave me a sincere smile before pulling me towards a certain booth where a certain music was calling my ears.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT (MMR) * * * #07 *BACK TO PRESENT* it was 3:00am in the morning when I heard a low chuckle. who could that be at this hour? I tried to ignore but it didn't stop. I guess it was Brian. but why isn't he asleep? I later heard a, deep voice followed by a girly giggle. I quickly stood up and made my way to the living room. immediately I arrived, I saw Brian perfectly seated on the couch with a blonde hair girl on his thighs.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

She grabbed a handkerchief wiping it off. "I have" she mumbled and instantly, Marcus' gaze was back on her. "I …I want to ask for some… money from…" he cut her off immediately. "You'll get it." Without giving her a chance to speak, his ear pods were in his ear. Octavia sighed, averting her gaze to the street. She's in this already. She signed up for it herself. The car soon entered a giant gate before it halted and he opened the door. She got down through the next door and on raising her head, he was staring at her over the car.

Father repeated as he got closer. I gently opened the button, and clicked the usual button I clicked; a folder which was labeled 'Xn'. I usually pronounce it as 'Sin'. One of the things that drew my attention to the file. One might think it contained sexually explicit information or data but it was a different thing. It was live stuff. I saw a number chart and the numbers kept knocking off each other. Right below was a board showing the rise/fall of the total amount. The way the numbers spin on their own and knock off each seemed like two children playing for a pot which looked and sounded entertaining to me.

Bryan said, frowning. Ryan’s usual calm expression was replaced by quiet urgency. “Sir, you really need to see this,” he repeated, placing the tablet on Bryan’s mahogany table. Bryan frowned. “What is it?” Ryan hesitated, then pressed play. The large news logo flashed across the screen, followed by a video feed of Angela sitting in a studio chair — her hair disheveled, face red from crying, makeup streaked with tears. She was surrounded by microphones, flashing cameras, and a sympathetic reporter leaning close as if comforting her.

Clara’s POV Morning light filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cameron’s penthouse, painting the room in warm golds and soft oranges. I stood by the window in one of Cameron’s oversized shirts, the fabric brushing against my bare thighs and the phone pressed to my ear as I watched the city wake up below. Emma’s voice was already blazing on the other end. “He did WHAT?!” she practically shouted. “That drunk piece of shit showed up at Cameron’s door at midnight? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”