Mills & Boon Novels & Stories

Mirabelle's POV The wine glass slipped off my fingers before I could even scream. It shattered against the tiled floor of the terrace, but I barely heard it over the sharp sound of a gunshot that echoed from the balcony. I gasped, eyes wide and my heart pounding. The balcony was dimly lit, but I saw a man flat on his face. And standing over him in a perfectly tailored black suit, cool as midnight sin, was a man, tall, well built and handsome.

Mrs. Mills immediately asked her assistant to book for appointment for the spa but the earliest appointment would be three months from now. She felt restless day by day. She’s feeling the pressure from the Goldings and now her son would like to introduce someone ‘special’. If she would like the girl, she has no problem going against Sebastian Golding head-on. The Mills has the money and power and she doesn’t think that Sebastian would resort to cutting ties with them. Each of the prominent families have maintained their territories and no one has dared to break such truce.

I Hate that our clothes are in the way, but I want her to make the move so I don’t scare her off. Millie tilts her head and pushes her tongue into my mouth. I could barely think as it is, but I meet her exploring tongue with my own and lean forward, forcing her to arch her back. I groan when she moves slightly, feeling her heat slide across my cock through her thin shorts. She rocks against me again, then pulls away. She stares at me as she removes her blouse, exposing her full breasts to me. Her eyes glaze and her breaths coming out are shallow pants. She leans toward me again, but when my eyes drop to her breasts, I can’t but close my lips around one of her nipples.

Mills entered his room with his bodyguards taking their position outside the room, one on each side of the door, with their hands crossed in front of them, their ears and eyes alert to any potential danger. Mills removed his hat, jacket, and wristwatch, leaving him with just his trousers. He sat at the edge of the bed, tired from all the day's work, he had left his new wife, no, gabby, for a whole week now. He didn’t care one bit for her, all he wanted right now was Evelin, she knew how to take his stress away. “Hello there”? “Did you miss me”? Evelin emerged from the washroom in her most seductive dress, barely leaving anything to Mill's imagination.

MILLY The internet lost its mind again. By the time I woke up the next morning, #DeclanAndMilly was trending. Unfortunately, so was #IsaacBrooke. And #KaraWhitmore. And several other hashtags I absolutely refused to click on. I sat at the massive kitchen island inside Declan’s penthouse, staring at my phone while coffee cooled in front of me. The headlines were relentless. WASHINGTON’S MOST ELIGIBLE BILLIONAIRE TO MARRY RECENTLY DIVORCED SOCIALITE

Millie asked, chuckling suggestively. I continued to ignore Millie as I dumped everything I came in with on the couch. “Is something going on between you two already?” Millie asked further, oblivious that I was fuming. “I have always heard about boss-employee romance, but this time around, it would be hockey-manager romance,” she added dreamily. I turned and faced Millie, ready to confront her, but it was in that moment that she saw the package on the couch, and she gasped in awe.

The atmosphere in the ballroom was electric, with everyone watching in awe as the tension between Millie and Lucas mounted. As the music built up, Lucas pressed Millie against the wall, their lips inches apart. Millie bit her lip, her eyes locked on Lucas's. "Let's give them a show they won't forget," she whispered. With that, she slid her hand down his chest and unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers grazing his skin as she pushed the fabric aside. Lucas groaned in response, his hands wandering down to squeeze her ass firmly.

JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

“Marian is one of the loveliest people I’ve ever met. Why would she be jealous?” Was this handsome billionaire daft or what? Surely, a wife would get jealous of her husband carrying another woman about in the house as if they were a lovey-dovey couple. “Why wouldn’t she be?” she asked, confused. “Marian just isn’t the type,” he said bluntly. They were heading outside, Chan realized. She’d always wanted to have lunch outside in the backyard. At the apartment, however, they had no backyard to speak of. Just a shared courtyard that wasn’t at all private.

he asked. "I said that I had a miscarriage before, and what he saw was not his child," I replied. "So, it was right that I introduced myself as your husband because he would think that Agatha is our daughter. It was right that I did that," he said while nodding. "Duh? He's a millionaire now, and I don't think your pretending will be safe," I answered him. He laughed and shook his head before speaking, so I frowned at him. "He's just a millionaire," he said, as if hearing it from me was an insult to him.