Margarita Evillious Novels & Stories

A fucking challenge to him and nothing else. Emma's important as long as she's untouched. Kevin was known to get fed up with his women easily and Luciana knew once he had sex with her, she will probably lose her charm too. Taking the small pill from her purse, she put it in one of the drinks and it dissolved soon leaving no traces.

"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.

Feli could feel the disappointed tone that the man gave off when telling the figure of Margarita and what the woman had done. Feli had guessed that the woman named Margarita was not an 'unimportant person'. She was 'once important' to this handsome man, and became 'unimportant' because of a lie. Feli's heart was beating fast. She swallowed saliva with difficulty. The lie... **“I hate lies.” Feli's eyes closed. Jerrald's words filled her mind. Was what she had done all this time a lie? She was only playing the role of a maid.