Mills & Boon 소설 & 이야기

Ava The morning sun streamed into the mansion with a deceptive softness, brushing the marble floors with streaks of gold. The air was still, carrying only faint traces of lavender and polished wood. But beneath the calm, there was tension an invisible current that hummed in the corridors and whispered in the corners of every room. Today, I sensed, would challenge not only my judgment and strategy but also my heart. Because in Adrian Vale’s world, ambition, loyalty, and desire were often entangled, and the boundaries between personal and professional alliances were dangerously thin.

Gosh my life is exciting. I follow the stranger into an office. It was... tasteful, surprisingly. The grey walls fit nicely with the white book case and desk. A light grey couch sitting at the entrance with the coffee table looked nice. Greenery was dotted all over the place. The stranger goes and sits on the black office chair and gestures for me to sit in front of him. Hesitantly i sit down. What is going on, why is he sitting in what i assume to be the bosses chair, unless... " Hello, my name is Mr Williams and I assume you are Miss Mia?”

It lay open on the floor, its contents spilled across the polished mahogany. Among my keys and a half-empty pack of tissues was my old, tattered wallet. The flap had popped open, revealing a faded polaroid of Toby smiling widely, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck, alongside a stack of unpaid, overdue hospital bills stamped with red warnings. Lucien looked at the photo, then back to my face. A strange, calculating shadow flickered across his silver eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, business-like calculation. "Five hundred thousand," Lucien murmured, crossing his arms. "To you, it's an impossible fortune. To me, it's pocket change. But I am not a charity, Scar

I was going through my phone when a certain news caught my attention, because that news mentioned me, none of the other news did, and I know why because my dad and brother had threatened the reporters. Not that I couldn't do it, it just makes me feel that I'm loved and people do care about me. . "The playboy, again is engaged, with a Victoria secret model, who claimed to be his best friend during his first marriage with the heir of Lightwood enterprises Ms. Caroline Lightwood." Is this the reason for the divorce of Ms. Lightwood and her player ex-husband Mr. Knight.? As we all know how much both the partners were in love with each other. What might have led to their separation? We all know M

“Reginald, good to see you. Sarah, you remember Evelyn.” I exchanged pleasantries, my voice light and practiced. Evelyn Voss complimented my dress, her eyes flicking over me with the same assessing gaze Eleanor used. “You’re adjusting well to married life, I hear. Such a whirlwind romance. How romantic.” “Very,” I replied, squeezing Adrian’s arm. Eleanor materialized beside us like a shadow in her sleek black gown, pearls gleaming. “There you are, dears. Sarah, darling, you look almost poised tonight. Come, I’ll introduce you to the board wives. They’ve been asking about the new Mrs. Moretti.”

Two milk chairs were placed by the sides of a black shiny table, the curtains were drawn apart, revealing a wide view of the glass window. The room looked different; it wasn't the room she and Lily, her best friend, had booked yesterday. With a sense of urgency, she attempted to roll over, but her body stilled like a rock when a firm mascular hand gripped her waist. Aria gasped, her eyes bulged with terror, when she noticed that he wasn't Ivan, her boyfriend of three years.

Elena The city lights were dim outside the car window as I clenched my hands in my lap, sweating despite the air conditioning in the car. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the choice I was about to make—a choice that felt more like a death sentence. I have been here before. The towering glass building. The suffocating scent of wealth and power. But tonight was different. Tonight, I was selling my soul. I tried my best to dismiss any second thoughts but I couldn’t help but think that I was making a mistake. Maybe I was. But did I really have a choice? The elevator ride to the top floor crawled at a slow pace. My worn-out dress felt like a second skin of shame among the sleek business

It fit the perfectly trimmed garden, where flowers bloomed in neat rows. The mansion had a dreamy appearance with towering stone pillars and wide, arched windows reflecting the fading sunlight. As we drew closer, the huge double doors, made of fine dark polished wood with gold accents, opened to reveal the most beautiful and expensive opulent interior. The inside screamed perfection. Who knew Alexander Donovan, with his cold personality, had exquisite taste like this? I didn't have time to look around when a maid approached me tapping me out of my wonder. She also, without a word, motioned me to follow her behind, making me think that everyone who was walking for Alexander was muted, but she

despite our differences in social status, she's always been by my side, and we've grown so close. I nodded once. “Yes Mila, Adrian Blackwood.” Mila let out a slow breath. “Okay. Wow. That’s… wow.” She leaned back against the plush seat, crossed her arms, then leaned forward again like she physically couldn’t stay still. “I leave you alone for one interview and you come back engaged to a billionaire sociopath?” “I’m not engaged.” “Marriage contract,” she corrected. “Which is as a matter of fact, worse.” "I didn't sign it though"

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.