Mills & Boon Novels & Stories

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

Millie shook her head quickly, "No, no, I'm fine! Actually, I just remembered...I need to meet someone nearby for a quick errand. I'll see you back at the house for the arrangements later, okay?" "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. Go ahead, and don't worry about me. I'll meet you soon." With a hesitant nod, Carmen agreed, giving Mille a quick hug before hailing a cab. As Carmen's car pulled away, Mille took a deep breath then turned and headed back to the shopping district, slipping into one of the boutiques they'd visited earlier. Her eyes scanned the shelves until they settled in a section she hadn't explored earlier with Carmen. With a small secret smile, she selected a beautiful set of a one p

Glancing downward, he realized Millie's recent choice of attire was daring, with minimal fabric to conceal her figure. Winston gulped nervously. For some reason, he moved closer to her lips. Time seemed to come to a standstill. But just as he was about to kiss Millie, Joanna's face flashed in his mind. Winston abruptly stopped and suddenly turned his head away. Millie's lips landed on his neck. They were soft and cool, carrying a temptation that was impossible to resist. Winston's heart raced as if he had been electrocuted. He looked up to meet Millie's eyes. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Millie, I'm Winston."

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN Our Honeymoon 2 Eliza’s POV “We’re here for our honeymoon,” Alex said as he grabbed her by her waist, “We are a couple now.” Eliza's eyes widened as Alex spoke those words, revealing that this hotel room was meant for their honeymoon as a married couple. A rush of conflicting emotions washed over her, leaving her uncertain of how to react. She was fully aware of the implications of a honeymoon, the intimate moments that were traditionally shared between two people deeply in love.

He groaned and Mireille shivered. With his left hand, Dante unclasped her bra, letting her boobs out of their captivity. He captured the right boob right back into his hand and squeezed at it. "Oh my god" Mireille moaned and closed her eyes but Dante suddenly slapped at the boob he had just fondled. Mireille jerked with a gasp, her eyes opening immediately and her thighs pressing together to suppress the itch in between her legs. "You liked that, didn't you?" Dante trailed his finger around the hickey he had given her. Mireille nodded, her eyes begging for more of him.

"I sure did miss you." Stepping closer to her, I open the top few buttons of her shirt. The silk fabric beneath it reveals a black bra with intricately embroidered red and pink poppies on the cups. It's the one I picked out for her alongside her work clothes the first night I had invited her back to my house. I can't believe she's wearing it today. A steady rush of blood flows to my manhood, making me feel hot and flush with my own arousal. I can't hold back anymore.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

' I reasoned. "Okay fine. Can we have a deal, please?" I pleaded. "Sure. What's that?" He replied. "I'd agree to all of the rules, except one of them," "Which one?" "The one about the novel. I still want to read my romance books," "Well, no problems with that. As long as it doesn't get you horny," he simpered. "Alright, I won't be horny, I promise. I'd try not to." "So, we have a deal, right?" "Yeah." "Alright then, come over here, baby!"

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