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.

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?”

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.

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, on the other hand, looks back when she steps outside the borders. Little Mirabella is looking at Mariella while her arms are wrapped around her father’s neck. It is their first encounter, Mirabella’s shocked and confused because of her young age. ‘I don’t like her.’ Words pop in Mirabella’s mind before looking away and tightens her grip on Enrico. +++ “You promised that she will never step inside the borders no matter what!” Enrico loosens his necktie the moment they enter his office inside the mansion. “I shouldn’t have let her live that day…”

I walked up to the end of the long conference table, taking my seat, my eyes scanning the room until my gaze locked with a pair of crystal blue eyes. I stared at Mirabella, scanning her outfit from top to waist as the table had blocked her lower view. She had on a sea blue suit with a white button up shirt underneath the coat, and her hair was tied up in a tight ponytail. She had put on light makeup - as if she even needed to, she looked gorgeous with or without it, even though the cherry red lipstick added more color to her plum lips, making them look more tempting. I let out a sigh as I hesitantly tore my gaze from her gorgeous self, turning towards the board directors.

Her body became her currency, and men were her bank. And then, she met Liliana. Liliana, who seemed to have it all—a warm family, a stable life, even if she didn’t have her parents. Her grandparents loved her dearly, and that was enough to keep her grounded. That love… that peace… Mirabelle wanted it all. And now she had taken the man Liliana loved. But it wouldn’t stop there. Next, she would take her grandparents. And she would find out who that sugar daddy was—the one who picked Liliana up tonight in that sleek, expensive car.

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

Not going to lie, she is pretty but Leilani is the most beautiful woman in my eyes. “Enzo! I heard you're single.” Mirabelle said and I watched over at my cousins who were busy laughing at me. “Well… yes?” I responded. “And searching.” Mirabelle whispered and pushed the girl towards me. “No I am not searching.” I tried to defend myself. “That's the same thing. Vincenzo meet Mayela. Mayela, this is my son, well my nephew. I hope you start making babies soon. The walls are soundproof! You don’t have to worry about anything!” Mirabelle said and Mayela laughed. That's when I looked at her, brown shoulder-length hair double braided to reveal a fine, warm face. Gentle aquamarine eyes, set deep wit

I roll my eyes but comply, sinking into the cushions with a sigh. Just as I’m starting to relax, my phone buzzes. I glance at the screen and see Mia’s name. “Hey,” I say, answering the call. “Serena, you’re not going to believe this,” Mia says, her excitement practically vibrating through the phone. “We’ve got an opportunity to showcase Etoile de Collin in the Milan Fashion Gala. It’s a huge deal.” I sit up straighter, my heart skipping a beat. “Milan? Are you serious?”