Mills & Boon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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!

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.

An older wam said as she walked up to them, and Belle moved forward immediately to meet her. "Now you come in like a guest all glammed up?!" "Good Afternoon Mom" she replied instead. "And what's good about this afternoon " her Mom snapped immediately. "Mom please can we not do this now, I was unavoidably absent " she replied. "Good Afternoon Ma'am," Jasper finally said walking up to the both of them. "Afternoon " her mom replied as she turned to look at Jasper. "I'm Jasper Mills, Bella's Fiancé " he added and her mom's eyes suddenly went wide, she immediately turned to face her belle.

I held my breath. "She and I. we were married once," he said, every word a confession spilling into the air. "In secret. Years ago. It didn't work. It never should have begun. But Marcus—her father—he pushed us back together. This engagement? It's an arrangement. One I signed on for, for my family's benefit." I remained silent. Just listened. My body was rigid, prepared for worse. "There was someone else," he went on. "Before Selene. Someone who resembled you very much. She died. In. unusual circumstances."