Novel & Cerita Milena Caitlin

"Obviously.... You think I don't get what I want.... You should know me by now" Mila rolled her eyes, of course she knew Kayla could go to any lengths to get what she wants.. But does that mean... "Sarafina is your daughter?" Kayla laughed, twirling her hair. "I see you've met her... She is my step daughter" "Naja's daughter?" "Typical of you to figure it out" Kayla replied. "She is Naja's daughter and also... The Sheba" Mila lips quivered as she sat down shakily.

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I should have given Delcan a chance. But what if my fears were right? What if he was just like Uncle who has used and abused me?

the girl inquired. “More like a skinny witch, excuse my manners, my name is Mila, and you're?” She inquired as she noticed a familiar face approaching them. “I'm Paige, here's my number, you can call me anytime,” she said quickly as Ace sat beside her. “Hey, babe,” he said. Mila quickly shifted her gaze away from him before he noticed her. Paige observed Mila's reaction to this. “Come on, babe, let's go,” she said as she dragged him away. Mila immediately texted her, warning her about how dangerous he was.

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

She then gestured for the person massaging her to leave before glancing suspiciously at Mila, even scanning her from head to toe. “That’s a personal question!” replied Mila, holding on to her phone carefully. “Then what’s your name?” asked Yoel as he scratched the back of his head. He seemed to have just remembered something important, which was what prompted the question. “Mila Smith!” Hearing that, Yoel’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Mila Smith… Why does that name sound so familiar…? Where have I heard it before…?’ ‘Hold on… Aiden told me that Mr. Crawford’s girlfriend was doing her internship in Northbay…’

A new character has appeared, she is Mila Brown, a close friend of Mia of ten years. But it can be said that this is an unstable relationship, the two of them can not see each other for a year but the relationship is still very close. The two met while studying together at a local high school. Their fate happened when the teacher saw that their names differed only by the letter "l", so she arranged for them to sit next to each other. Mila is the daughter of a noble family because she wants to try the feel like an ordinary person, so she forced her family to let her go to a local high school and hide her whole identity at the school. learn.

5 Months Later “Let’s welcome the new chairwoman of the Castillo group. Mrs Milana Donatello Castillo!!” Milana walked in and everyone clapped, she was dressed smart in a white suit and trousers and she packed her hair in a ponytail and with black stilettos on. As she walked into the hall, she remembered her journey in life so far.