Novel & Cerita Just Monica

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

, she commented as she played with her nails, I stared at her with a non concern look, if only she knew I want hurt, who ever Lucas fucked was non of my business, I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time he fucked someone and I had accepted it as it is, all I wanted was his trust and nothing else mattered. I attempted to walk away but no, the girl was persistent, maybe she just wanted to rub what she saw as a fortune all over my face and I was getting pissed off by it. “Hi, I am Monica,” she voiced out as she smirked at me. “Nice achievement Monica, congratulations on your promotion,” I complimented and I could see the fury on her face. I rolled my eyes. I really hope she doesn’t turn out

Monica had always loved the limelight. She wore a scarlet dress, skyscraper heels, and revealed a pair of long, white legs. Her gentle, slightly curled hair cascaded down her back, and every move she made exuded charm and allure. Several men standing not far away watched Monica, and the blood in their veins surged with desire. But Monica completely ignored their gazes. She had only one purpose: to attract Benjamin's attention. Tony, standing nearby, understood the implications of her actions.

Why would Harl… Was that Monica?

They had barely sat when a sharp hiss sliced through the noise. Stacey didn’t need to look to know who it was. Monica. She was leaning against the railing on the opposite side of the court, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes narrowed like knives. The annoyance on her face wasn’t hidden—not even a little. She let out another pointed hiss before turning back to the game with a stiff flick of her hair. Stacey looked away quickly, hugging herself. “Ignore her,” Paul whispered. “Ignore all of them,” Lily added softly.

I reached for my phone, finding a text from Monica. Monica: Hey, are you settled in your new man-cave? Me: Yea…I think so, how you holding up? You okay? Monica: Why wouldn’t I be? I’m currently stuffing my face with pizza, on your bed. Thinking about how I can decorate. This house needs a woman’s touch. Me: It’s been touched by a woman, me. Monica: yeah but you decorate like a minimalist monk. I snickered, trying not to wake Crest.

Monica's gaze, however, seemed free from any preconceived notions, and I couldn't help but wonder why. "I've been away on vacation," Monica explained, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion. "I only just learned about Stella, and I rushed back as soon as I could." My discomfort grew as I realized that Monica hadn't recognized me as the supposed "enemy" in Stella's life. It was an unexpected twist in the narrative, leaving me with a mix of relief and confusion. Stella's perception of our relationship had been one fraught with tension and attempted murder, yet Monica seemed oblivious to any animosity.

Paul replied casually. Monica’s eyes widened in slight surprise before it narrowed when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who realized that they were being watched just now. It didn’t seem to bother Paul, and frankly, it didn’t really bother her either. However, it might cause her some trouble if words were to get out. Controlling the girls and making sure that they behaved well was her job and she didn’t want anything complicating that or making her life harder. “Her name is Mila,” Monica replied emotionlessly.

However, it seems that they were mistaken. Monica did not give him any reaction nor did she put any of his words in her brain as a result she could not tell what the man was talking about if she was asked. The only thing going on in her mind was whether William was looking at her and whether there was any reaction on his face. "Why have you been so quiet?" Aiden looked at Monica's face and noticed she was skimming around rather than focused on him. “I'm particularly interested in dancing right now, so is it possible that you won't chat and will instead focus on dancing?"