Mills & Boon Novels & Stories

"No wonder the manager is so serious. With a client like that, we won’t have to worry about this year’s performance!" "Did you see Mr. Anderson? He’s so handsome! And isn’t that woman with him his rumored fiancée?" "Seems like it. She’s stunning. How do these people look even better in person than in photos?" "Money, of course." "Sigh, we’ll never understand the world of the rich." Jane vaguely heard the whispers outside. If only they knew he was a demon, would they still be so excited?

I whispered. “I’m so sorry, Mila. I wish I could come get you out of there,” I let out a deep breath, “Me too.” “So, what’s he like?” She asked. “I don’t know… I’m still trying to figure him out. He seems very controlled, if he’s uncomfortable about this situation then he’s doing a really good job hiding it.” “Girllll that is not what I’m asking,” she laughed. “Is he sexy?” I didn’t know when I let out a laugh. “Girll I don’t know, he seems alright. I’m too focused on my new reality to notice his looks.”

“I owe you dinner and anything else you want, and I don’t even know your last name.” “It’s Haywood, Milli Haywood.” She reached to shake the hand he offered, but he turned it and kissed the back of hers chivalrously. Dark-lashed, pale blue eyes shined with interest reminded her of a guy from that Arrow show Mitch watched but she couldn’t think of the actor’s name. “It is nice to meet you, Milli Haywood.” Milli’s heart fluttered, no one had ever looked at her that way after meeting Marni. “Well, I’ll go…”

His entrance to the delights of her body was quick, and although not painful, there was a sharp feeling at first. Millie always wondered how it would feel. She had read the usual agony aunt letters, but all they said was that if your lover were gentle it wouldn't hurt and you would soon forget about any pain in the passion of loving him. She'd never been wildly convinced of that! Mostly as all the romantic novels made out that the heroine would be tight in that particular place, and this would give enormous amounts of pleasure to the man. She would reserve judgment and see what happened next. But, she was well prepared by her men, and as she had read in one romantic novel, she was ripe and r

The woman blinked. “Oh no. No, no, no. I’ve seen this trope before,” she muttered. “This is body possession. Reincarnation. Transmigration. Whatever you call it when God runs out of original ideas.” A knock interrupted her existential crisis. “Milady, the Duke is waiting in the rose salon,” a voice called from behind the door. “The Duke?” Mira repeated blankly. “The Duke, your husband,” the maid replied. “Lord Adrian Vale.” Mira froze.

Every part of her body wanted to scream. But she forced herself to stay still. Amira giggled softly and folded her arms under her chest, leaning slightly toward Eva as she whispered inside her own heart: ‘Oh Eva, you have no parents, and you’ve lost Bradley’s trust. How will you win anything back? I’ll ruin your reputation at the banquet tonight.’ Back at the hospital, Bernard Oslo Mills—chairman of Mills Corporation and the wealthiest man in the United States, sat in his wheelchair, facing his two top men: Kenny Scott, CEO of Mills Corp, and Felix Quinn, the company’s lead lawyer.

Chapter 192: The Price of Mercy Milo's POV The doors to the throne room opened with a resounding sound. Millen sat on her throne at the far end of the room, backlit by torches that made her look like a demon queen from ancient nightmares. But she was not alone. Guards lined every wall, at least two dozen of them. Council members filled the gallery, their faces hungry for whatever entertainment was about to unfold. And standing directly beside Millen's throne, wearing a smile that made my cold blood run even colder, was Caroline.

Not just of the long nights and endless struggle, but of pretending she still believed everything would be fine. When her phone buzzed, she almost ignored it. But the name that flashed on the screen made her pulse skip. Unknown Number: > “Miss Morgan, I represent Mr. Ethan Blackwood. He would like to meet with you. Tonight.” Ava frowned. Ethan Blackwood—the billionaire hotel magnate every magazine in New York couldn’t stop talking about. Ruthless. Private. Too powerful to cross. What would a man like that want with a woman like her? Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a reply.