Novel & Cerita Milan Mirabella

Isabella's POV The room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people. “Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.

“Mirabel? I’ve known her since she was a child. Her father and I go way back. She’s an aspiring model, runs her own boutique business, and comes from pure Gamma blood. She’s strong, sharp, and beautiful. Everything a future leader’s wife should be.” Ben sat up straighter at those words, nodding quickly. “She’s amazing. Seriously, I—I think she’s perfect.” Kael frowned. Mirabel smiled, folding her hands on the table. “Thank you, Ben. That’s sweet,” she said, almost as if she was forcing the words out. Kael didn’t let go. He leaned forward. “And what do you do exactly? Besides modelling and running a boutique?”

I got into the house and practically charged up the stairs with my many bags and carefully slipped the sexy costume on my body and the accessories with it, It showed my curves in all the right places and I even put on fishnets to make me look even more hot, I walked over to the mirror, running my hands over my body, and my ass looked way bigger than it usually does. I kneeled in front of the mirror, my feet tucked under my ass, and held a palm over my breast, posing and taking a few pics ready to send to Alessandro; I chose the best one and clicked send; he didn't even wait, In more than 4 seconds before he replied. ALESSANDRO: Teasing me while I'm in a meeting? You're a very naughty little

Ready to face Cassian Windsor. Plotting as I sling my pack over my shoulder, I head for the stairs. I need money. Cassian has it. If I can get enough, I’ll buy a ticket, vanish, start fresh. I know how. I’ve done it before. At the top, Cassian waits. He introduces me to his driver. “Mirabella, this is Kieran Malik. Kieran, Adrian’s daughter, Mirabella.” “Sorry for your loss,” rumbles Kieran. His voice is deep. Batman deep. He bows his head, impossibly polite. I take his hand.

But that didn't help either. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He hadn't spoken a word, since we set out. Since I made the decision to get into the car of a total stranger. But everything had been spiraling out of my control, all day. I cleared my throat, and turned to the side. “What's your name?” I wasn't sure if I heard it right. But the little butterflies in my stomach confirmed it. “Mirah.” I said. “Mirabella, my name's Mirabella.” As I stole a brief glance at him, I couldn't help but admire how good looking he was. And it wasn't in that young and fresh kind of way.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

Impulsive spending wouldn't do her good at this time of her life. "I just knew whoever gets that bikini before me would be someone I'd love to rip it from," a familiar voice spoke behind her - Mirabel. Serena turned with style and looked at Mirabel from head to toe. "Too bad you can't, because I'm not getting it." She smirked, "It nearly caught my fancy, but I'd never have the same taste with Mirabel Houston" Mirabel chuckled and flipped her hair, a blonde guy wearing a burnt orange vest that stuck to his body and revealed the outline of his chest and muscles came behind her.

Mia said after gaining back her composure gesturing towards the door for him to leave the room, her green eyes stilled. "We called him over here, let him take a seat over there." Mr. Luca the major of Rome muttered from behind Mia as he entered the conference room, behind him were two young-looking women. "Both of you come in." Mr. Luca gestured at his daughters and they both walked in. The Luca's was looking like expensive proclaim fools, they had themself adorned in all kinds of necklaces and earrings and also sprayed numerous perfumes on themself which was nerve-racking. Mia nodded her head at his words before she moved towards her seat, she sidestepped Adriano and walked past him. "Every

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.