Make Me Yours Melanie Harlow Mga Nobela at Kwento

The adventure wasn't over after all. The slutty, smoky eye make up was gone, replaced by a simple one with pink lip gloss. The dangling earrings, necklace and Maang Tikka she had worn on stage were all gone too. Her auburn hair was tied back in a pony tail, to get it out of her face, he supposed, but there were locks falling into her eyes, and she tucked them behind her ears to get them out of her way. Dimitri had to stop himself from thinking about tucking those locks of hair behind her ears for her... They reminded him of how they had fallen over her face and shoulders when they had sex. Dang! The woman was gorgeous, and Dimitri knew that he was in deep.

“How are you? How’s work?” Melanie dramatically groaned at the mention of work. “I’m tired of seeing old lady’s come in and demand I make them look like Cinderella, or that one client that thinks I can make her a serum that’d get rid of wrinkles in under twenty four hours,” Ever the drama queen, she threw her hands up in the air and exclaimed. “Who does she think I am, Santa Klaus?” “In your case, you’ll be Mrs. Klaus.” Elijah teased, dropping the brown paper bag he walked in with on the table and turning back to face Melanie, only to find her glaring and frowning.

Back in my seat, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and listened to my music with a deep, content smile. Filled. Satisfied. Completely in control. Killy — the queen who takes her pleasure wherever she damn well pleases.

"I didn't expect someone with such high medical skills like you to fall for it. The wine was already laced with my colorless, odorless Mind Tranquilizer! Once you touch it, you're at my mercy for at least twelve hours!" Melanie smirked triumphantly. "So, in terms of medical skills, I'm the winner!" Melanie didn't care about appearances. She was a devout fanatic when it came to medicine. She would do anything to push her medical skills to the pinnacle, even if it meant sacrificing her own body!

"Boy, are you looking sexy this morning! Are you planning to take over the world or seduce every man in sight?!" Melanie laughed, recalling the chaotic events of the previous night. "You know how crazy last night was – very unprepared for. But I'm more than prepared for this." Naomi narrowed her eyes at Melanie clutching Luca’s card firmly. "You were given that card yesterday, and you're already using it for your evil schemes?" Melanie tossed her hair with a chuckle. "My 'husband' gave me the card, and I can use it to buy even you, if I please."

"Stop pretending, Ms. Smith. You're just his ex-girlfriend, after all. Stop thinking of yourself as his wife." Melanie clenched her jaw and forced a smile. "Yves, you don't understand what Hades and I have been through. So, stop spouting nonsense." Yves narrowed his eyes. Before he could speak, Jeff spoke first. "Have you been keeping in touch with Mr. Melvin recently, Ms. Smith?" Melanie was dazed at his question. Yves was stunned then realization dawned on his face. Panic flickered across Melanie's face. "Sir, I don't get you. I've never seen Mr. Melvin before."

Melanie's face looked healthy there, although she was a little thin. "What's that?" Sophia glanced at the phone and Frank alternately. "This is proof that the woman my mother mentioned in your video is not Kara, but you. Do you want to hear it?" Sophia's eyes trembled rapidly. Her neck seemed strangled, sucked in by tightness. "No!" She tried to snatch the phone. However, Frank dodged it first. Smiling meaningfully, he played the video. "Hello, I'm Melanie Harris. Through this video, I want to give a testimony."

Dylan said pointing towards the file he was reading previously. "I thought being a CEO could make you very happy. Turns out I was completely wrong, haha. I am back now, do you want me to give you your position for me?" Mia questioned picking up the file to study the case written in it. "Yes, I will give up my position. Then I will take an all-year-round vacation on the island, I will be very happy then." Dylan said excitedly a ray of light appearing in his eyes. "Very well played but it's a no no no no for you, I won't give up my company for you so soon do no vacations," Mia stated as she opened the yellow-colored file, on the first page it was written divorce agreement.

Again she inhaled deeply and applied the final touches to her make-up, she wrapped a deep blue veil around her head loosely before she stood up, she grabbed her purse and keys and then headed out. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she made her way downstairs, the trails of her light ash colored dress swept the floor ever so slightly, the deep blue stilettos she had on added to her 5'4 by 3inches , she embodied grace as she descended the stairs, every step controlled and deliberate. At the bottom of the stairs stood Ima, whose smile was bright as always. "You look beautiful, Miss". She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs.