Novel & Cerita Margarita Evillious

"Why? How about someone sign a contract with the devil himself." "Ooh that's much worse. Here, let me tell you fact's I've heard about him. And how he can be destroyed." She came closer and gave me a tiny thing in her hand. "What?" "Eat it." "Why?" "Just trust me." A relaxed smile worked up to her face. I ate it. There wasn't really much choice. I wanted to figure out who I was dealing with, or why I had to be the one to deal with him. Immediately it got to my mouth, it changed all the taste buds in my tongue. It tasted soured, and bitter and sweet, all at the same time. Like I was having a meal of lemon and lime. I knew I would pass out when my stomach gave

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, as she stared at me with a concerned look. "Another Mafia Clan?" She asks. "Yeah. It's not the Dreugans, it's another Mafia Clan—an even bigger and powerful clan," I replied. "Have you found out why they've been acting up?" She asks. I shook my head as a response. "No."

But maybe because she had slept too much before and the pain made her sober, she slowly looked up at each person here, she wanted to take note of every face, every person who caused her to endure this humiliation, but no one reached out to help her, not one person. The bitterness, humiliation, pain, and despair made Gemma feel hopeless and helpless, she quietly laughed even at the man who always kept her around, saying he loved her, and came to hug her every night, he was now standing there watching her being humiliated, it was even more ironic that he was the one who let Sienna do this to her. "Truly despicable," Gemma whispered. But she wasn't sure what was despicable, was it their own des

"Should I call señor." "No!"She said in haste."Don't call him,I'll be fine." Margarita shook her head in despair."You not fine,you hardly touch your food or drink anything it's clear from your eyes you don't sleep well."Margarita touched her face."You lost weight señora the boys are feeling your distress. What's wrong?" "Is it possible for me to die from this suffering,this hell I'm in."She finally choked out."I can't take it anymore Margarita,I'm tired."

She air-kissed near my cheek and flitted away to greet someone else, her wedge heels clicking on the hardwood. I grabbed a small plate and started loading it up. The bacon-wrapped dates were calling my name, along with what looked like mini crab cakes with some kind of aioli. “Maren fucking Cole.” I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my plate. Allison stood there grinning, holding a Moscow Mule in a copper mug. She looked fantastic—same mischievous sparkle in her eyes, but her style had evolved. She wore high-waisted black jeans and a silk camisole, her hair cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob with honey-blonde highlights.

“I bought these in case you were having another bout of morning sickness.” “I’m fine physically, Evan. It’s everything else.” I lean against the counter, the cool laminate pressing into my palms. “You might want to sit down.” We retreat to a small corner table, shielded by the refrigerator. I pour it all out in a hushed, frantic whisper. The red Ferrari, the "finance major" who knew too much, the terrifying mention of "mafia thugs." Evan’s face goes from concerned to ghostly pale. His jaw literally hangs open.

“You’re mine. Say it.” “Go to hell,” I gasped out, even as my nails dug into his shoulders. “Say it.” He thrust harder, hitting something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “Say you’re mine, Margaux.” “You fuck like a baby,” I threw back, knowing it would provoke him, wanting it to. His eyes flashed dangerously, and then he was driving into me with renewed force, each thrust pushing me higher up the bed until my hands had to brace against the headboard.

Evan, ever the loyal confidant, remained quiet beside Margi, offering her a reassuring presence. “Margi, let’s go.” Mateo gently guided Margarita to the other side of the room, giving her space to breathe and process the shocking revelation. “How did this happen?” Mateo asked, his voice filled with concern and anger. “He was being poisoned,” Margi repeated, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and determination. “But I don’t know how it happened. We ate the same food and shared the drink... I...” Her words trailed off as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

I didn’t need to clarify, he knew who I was talking about. He dragged the bartender who had been otherwise quiet as he lay on the floor. My knife was still protruding from his thigh and as soon as Margaret saw him, her eyes widened in fear. I couldn’t help but smirk. She was caught now. “Say what you told me,” I snarled at him. “Who paid you to poison Eva?” The bartender lifted a shaky finger towards Margaret. “A thousand dollars is what she gave me.” Margaret didn’t speak, her skin had gotten deathly pale despite the amount of makeup she caked on her. People were whispering loudly, glaring at her with disdain in their eyes. It was one thing to be a mistress and it was another to set up a Lu