Novel & Cerita Milan Mirabella

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?”

“Care to tell me why you didn’t just kill the little human bitch when you had her alone?” Mirabella stormed into the extravagant office, unravelling her shawl as she went. Her red stiletto heels clicked loudly on the white tiles before she threw herself onto the sofa, then kicked up her feet onto the glass coffee table.

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.

"I'm just… figuring out how to stand beside you without feeling like I'm losing myself." She looks startled by the honesty. Then she nods once. Slowly. "I can wait," she whispers. "But not forever." Her phone buzzes and she blinks. Glances at it. Freezes. An alert. I lean over. DAMIEN HOLT OFFERS MERGER DEAL TO MIRA MELIŚ. CEO OF NORA GLOBAL TO BECOME ONE OF THE RICHEST FEMALE-LED COMPANIES IN THE WORLD The café noise dims, the air thins, and my chest goes still. Across from me, Mira's pulse jumps. Not from excitement, but from dread. Because both of us know what this means.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

“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