Novel & Cerita Milan Mirabella

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.

she said pleasantly, “welcome Camille, I hope you feel better soon, make yourself comfortable.” Camille blinked like she hadn’t been expecting that response, and Jessica’s expression shifted slightly. She had clearly been waiting for a reaction she could work with, and Mira had refused to give her one. “Thank you,” Camille said quietly. Mira nodded once, smiled again at no one in particular, and excused herself outside like she had somewhere better to be. I was already moving to follow her when Jessica’s voice stopped me. “Are you really about to go running after her? When did you start running after ladies?”

Not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who was in control. My breath hitched. My body froze, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name. “Luca—” I whispered, my voice trembling. His smirk deepened as he pulled me closer, his face so near that his breath brushed against my lips. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable. “Tell me, Mirabelle…” he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “Do you hate me enough to kill me… or want me enough to keep me alive?”

“Yes, and…” I was about to introduce Mira to Talia, but Mira jumped in first. “I am Mirabelle, Maxton’s fiancée.”

His name is enough. "Yes, of course please come this way..." His smile disappeared and his face filled with discomfort. "Mr. Marino is waiting for you... I'll drop you there..." He said while entering the elevator. Bella looked around the high class Seven star hotel. People roaming around in expensive clothes and drenched in arrogance. "Ohh! Limited edition... How did you get that purse... It's worth millions..." The lady beside her exclaimed. Bella looked at her purse, same purse which Alex gifted her when they went for the shopping for the first time.

Even children from the play area. Some gave me soft, respectful smiles. Others lit up with excitement, nodding, whispering to each other, some even offering warm waves. A few stepped forward to greet me. “It’s so good to finally have you here, Luna.” “Welcome. We’re so happy you came to eat with us.” “I’m Mira. If you ever need anything, just ask.” I blinked, overwhelmed by the soft flood of attention and kindness. People smiled at me like I belonged. Like they wanted me here.

I pull it open and my name winks up at me through carefully encrusted diamonds. I pull the necklace out slowly, my heart in my mouth. Truly, it reads “MIRA” with a little heart at the end – all done in diamonds and suspended by a silver chain. It’s so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes, and of course, it comes with its own note.

Mariella answered. “Really, huh?” Mirabella narrowed her eyes. “I talked to your driver, you’re seeing Luna Marchetti? A mafia rival? Why?” “She’s a friend of mine.” Mariella feels a little uncomfortable when Mirabella unusually asks too many questions. “We don’t befriend them,” Mirabella pushes through but Mariella prefers not to tell her more. Mariella being Luna’s tutor is something she doesn’t want to share with anyone. “Where is the Don?! Where is he?! We need to talk to him! Now!” An intimidating lady suddenly appeared in the hallway where Mariella and Mirabella were talking.

she explained awkwardly. She decided not to admit that she thought Michael was too closed off to have friends, especially considering his top position. “Well, looks like you’re in for a surprise,” Michael said with a smile. “I’m friends with Lennon Meiner, the fashion designer. Colin Nellis, the owner of one of the top five jewelry stores in the country. Also Leanne Kinsley, the model on the Lipstick magazine.” “Really?” Her eyes went wide. “I was expecting only one!”