Novel & Cerita Milan Mirabella

He fucking asked a guard to follow us; he wanted to get a scandal from us and use it against us. Pathetic. He doesn't know no scandal can ever keep us low. We have fucking grown beyond that. Withdrawing my investments was just a tip of the wrath he would face soon. "So what's your name?" I asked, leaning back as I picked up my glass and sipped my wine again. "Mirabel, I'm an omega," she said, excited. I nodded slowly; hmmm, more like it. "Have you had sex before… like a foursome?" She jerked as she swallowed hard, staring around as if someone could hear.

“I found her while she was running away from the fucker you gave her to, and she had quite a lot to say.” “She got away from Mikhail?!” he hollers, looking shocked to shit when I nod. “Before you call him to ask him about this, you might want to hear what he has been up to these past few months,” I say before I go into everything Mirabella has told me. How he planned the explosions and assassinations, how he’s going to kill Gio’s wife at her birthday banquet after announcing he’s marrying Mirabella. How he’ll take over the largest pack lands in the country after killing Gio too.

The skyline was beautiful, but Elena had eyes only for the flushed girl trembling before her—shirt already discarded, skirt hiked above her hips, skin bare and needy. “Look at them,” Elena murmured, her breath warm against Mira’s ear. Her hand slid beneath the thin fabric of Mira’s panties, already soaked. “Do you think they can see you? Maybe a man alone in a penthouse across the way? Or a couple sipping wine, watching you spread your thighs like a good little whore.” Mira whimpered. Her knees buckled slightly, held up only by Elena’s grip on her throat and thigh. “I don’t know…” she breathed, voice cracking.

She was approaching where I was standing, wearing a smile all over her face. Her red lipstick was sparkling as her eyelashes were blinking alternately. We exchanged pleasantries. “This is Mirabella, my makeup artist.” I introduced her to Miguel. He smiled and extended his right hand for a handshake with Mirabella, wearing his usual gentle smile. Immediately, he turned on the ignition switch, started the car, gave me a discreet look, and drove off. I stood there like a statue, watching as he drove into the distance, before I realized that Mirabella was still standing close to me, patiently waiting.

He glanced in the rearview mirror at the girls. Milan was, as usual, dressed in something utterly unique and stunning. She had a great eye for how to dress herself and capture attention. Today it was a romper with a bit of artful draping across the chest. In the shade, the garment appeared to be black with a bit of sheen. But put her in the sunlight? She glowed. The metallic layer applied to the rich fabric captured and fractured light in a magnificent way. Everything they did had a purpose. Even that outfit.

“Alright… I’ll meet you down there.” Mirabel closed the door and quickly stripped. She picked the most provocative swimsuit she had packed, a tiny red bikini that barely contained her massive tits. The top was two small triangles of fabric that struggled to cover her areolas, the strings thin and tied loosely. The bottoms were high-cut, riding up her thick ass cheeks and showing a lot of skin. She took off her medicated glasses and left them on the dresser. Without them, her face looked softer, prettier, more vulnerable.

As Zara and Regan walked in, a tall woman in a tailored pantsuit approached them with a gleaming smile. “You must be Zara,” she said warmly, shaking her hand. “I’m Mirabel, founder of the agency.” Zara smiled politely. “It’s an honor, ma’am.” “And this must be your soon-to-be husband,” Mirabel continued, turning to Regan with a knowing grin. “Regan Kareem. The news is all over the blogs. Who doesn’t know your father? A very powerful man.” Regan smiled, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

Mirabella asked, flinging her coat down in a heap and walking into the kitchen. “She’s at the shop. I came home this afternoon to do the accounts,” Miah confided, putting the kettle on to boil. “I gather you have a job in London.” Mirabella gave her a rather self-satisfied smile and leant back against the kitchen counter. “Of course I did. I’m a whizz at selling luxury cars, and I’ve earned a lot of commission. How’s mother?” Miah pursed her lips. “As good as she’s ever going to be. At least I don’t hear her crying at night any more—”