Loyalty Lisa Scottoline の小説・ストーリー

Golden accents, crystal chandeliers, and soft jazz hummed in the background. “Drink?” he asked, guiding me toward a private lounge. “Sure.” I needed something to calm my nerves. Xavier poured two glasses of expensive scotch, handing me one before his eyes drifted shamelessly over my body. “You know, Nico’s a lucky man… or maybe not lucky enough if he’s letting you come here alone.” I forced a playful chuckle. “He trusts me.” “Then he’s a fool.” He clinked his glass against mine. I waited for the right moment, fingers slowly brushing past my cleavage where the packet was hidden. One slip into his drink and it would all be over.

"If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you." "Sadly, no." "Then I'm busy." "You're impossible." I smiled despite myself. "What do you want?" Her tone changed instantly. "How's your family?" The smile disappeared. I sank back into my chair. "Not great." She didn't push. One of the reasons Chloe was my best friend was because she knew when to give people space. Instead, she changed the subject. "You remember the gala?" I groaned. "The charity gala?" "Yes."

Chapter 16 Lies And Pain. Lyla Atelo. I was done buying the foodstuff from the supermarket and I had decided to get some chocolate. I wanted to use them as an apology gift to my best friend. No matter what happened, she was still the woman that was there for me when Michael was gone. She had been my own strength and pillar to keep going, always encouraging me to learn new skills and be better for myself.

Lisa replied, she frowned a little when she saw Scarlett, the face looked familiar. Scarlett noticed how she was staring at her. "Do you know me?" She asked, snapping Lisa out of her thoughts. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you kind of look familiar so I'm trying to remember where I've seen you." Scarlett smiled. "The name's Scarlett. Scarlett Paige." Lisa's eyes widen with realization. "I knew I've seen you somewhere before, but that was a long time ago, you're Elora's friend." Scarlett nodded. ''I am.''

“We don’t.” “Target?” Erico asked. “Marseille,” Vincenzo replied. “Erase Orlov’s spine. Leave nothing that breathes loyalty to him.” Erico nodded. “And Bianca?” Erico asked, voice tight. Vincenzo met his gaze steadily. “She stays where she can see us win. Not hidden. Not caged.” Erico’s jaw flexed. “She won’t like that.” “She’s not meant to,” Vincenzo said. “She’s meant to survive.”

‎ ‎Melissa took a small breath. ‎ ‎“But loyalty,” she continued, “should never be confused with silence.” ‎ ‎The sentence landed harder than she expected. ‎ ‎Even Jayden’s expression shifted slightly. ‎ ‎Melissa continued. ‎ ‎“I’ve worked with Mr. Roberts for three years. Most of you know that.” ‎ ‎A few quiet murmurs of agreement drifted through the audience. ‎ ‎“But what you may not know,” she added, “is that loyalty doesn’t mean standing quietly behind someone.”

She had noticed her son’s talent for painting and wanted to encourage it, though she hadn’t yet discussed it with Harden. The elevator took them to the section with girls’ clothing. As Adele browsed the dresses, she overheard some women giggling and asking someone for photos. Glancing over, she recognized the woman with dark hair posing for pictures—Lisa. Lisa finished signing autographs and turned towards Adele, her expression cold. “Congratulations on securing the McCall fortune,” Lisa said icily as she approached. Adele frowned. “Thanks,” she replied curtly. A store assistant walked over with a smile. “Welcome, madam. How may I help you?”