Mills & Boon 소설 & 이야기

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

“The car is waiting. You're moving into my penthouse tonight and our wedding night begins the moment we walk through the door.” He offered his arm like a gentleman, but his eyes promised nothing gentle at all. I straightened my skirt with shaking hands, my legs still weak. My thong was ruined and my thighs slick with the evidence of my surrender. As I took his arm, Damien leaned down, his lips brushing my temple. “Welcome to your new cage, Millia Sinclair. I'm pretty sure by the time this year is over, you’ll be begging me to keep you.” The elevator ride down was silent and thick with tension. Every step toward the waiting black car felt like walking deeper into damnation.

I looked at her dumbfounded, when she added, “Please.” And having no choice, I held the spoon and took the first bite of my dessert. It tasted heavenly as I started to enjoy it. “Back in the day, I used to date Derek’s uncle… That’s how I know him and his family…” Miss Mills revealed, making me freeze for a slight moment. “So, what happened?” I asked because clearly, I don’t see a wedding band in her hand, nor Derek called her “Aunt” “They didn’t approve of me, as I said, Their family standards are very high…” She told me.

She smirked victoriously at the effect her body movement was having on him, she was ready to take him in tonight. She mounted the bed and crawled towards her prey in tune with the music's momentum. His eyes feasted on her exposed breast, he gulped loudly and parted his lips. "What are you doing?" He muttered in a voice filled with a passionate longing to explore. He was getting impatient and wanted her all over him. She moved closer to him and sat across his thighs, her knees resting on either side of his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and guided her lips down to his waiting lips.

This was something way darker. I pressed myself harder against him, and this time, my lips met his demand with answers of my own. When his fingers unzipped my dress, my fingers were at his buttons, impatiently unbuttoning them. And then, he carried me to the bed. I felt his powerful body press against me as I sank lower till my back touched the soft mattress - - the mattress that was covered in all black sheets!

", am ready to perform. As the jet touched down London, neither Edward nor Vanessa could have imagined the storm that was waiting for them. A stormy journey fueled by grief, rage, and revenge that threatened to tear apart what they have worked for and the secrets they had maintained so far. Milesaway, A lady stood facing a rectangular board, she stared at a wall covered in newspaper clippings and photographs. At the centre was a picture of Edward Clark, his face was circled with red ink..

But deep down, a small part of me still waits for something I can’t name, don't want to name. By Wednesday, the mansion begins to hum with activity. The maids are cleaning every corner, polishing every glass, placing fresh white lilies in tall vases. They’re preparing for the dinner, the one with both families, I mean it's just a dinner, not worth all this unnecessary preparation. I stay out of the way, mostly in the garden or the movie room, pretending not to notice the tension building around me. Sometimes, I talk to Dorian. Sometimes, Lila.

"She broke into your life first. It's time to fight back." That evening, I went back to the estate with a reason prepared on my lips—a lie regarding swatches and meetings. Selene was off at a spa, Aarav conveniently away for a design meeting. Nobody ought to have been around. The house creaked with the burden of secrets. I slid down the corridor beside the portrait of Marcus Whitmore, scowling as if he could tell I didn't belong. My hand shook as I slid the card into the panel of the door. Green light. The door clicked open.

"Take care of this, and can you send a copy of those articles and magazines to me? I need it for something," "Yes sir, it will arrive shortly," "Good, I am at the penthouse," "I know, the rep will be there in five minutes," Matt said and he hanged up, he went to take his bath and brushed his teeth, if his new wife wanna be crazy he could be crazy too, two can play her stupid game, by the time he was done the magazine arrived, those people sure are mad, how could they leave out all the perfect pictures and pick the one she wasn't smiling? Even though she was smiling, she was still so beautiful.