Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

Karen Goodwill curiously askes with her eyebrow frowning: “Why me?” “Because you are not like them. You're not from the upper class, you don't work for any family or corporation - said Gordon Williams with a smile on his face - You're just an ordinary flower girl.” Karen Goodwill glances at Gordon Williams with eyes filled with astonishment. How does he know that her current job is the owner of a flower shop? Five years with Gordon, apart from supporting her ailing father, Karen also accumulated a decent amount of money, enough for her to fulfill her dream: opening a flower shop. Looking at Gordon's satisfied expression, Karen sighs slightly, she suddenly feels that she is about to face a lo

"Come on we can go out and eat or I'll cook. You should be thanking me jerk! I picked the best place for our summer. Would you rather be elsewhere right now? Tell the truth." "Hell no! And miss a chance to steal someone's girlfriend who I feel is mine?" Simon said, laughing menacingly. The duos went into their separate bedrooms and began to unpack their bags. Each of them were thinking of how best to go about getting their love interest alone. Simone dropped her gown down to the floor standing fully naked behind a mirror. She hadn't had a man touch her for years. She touched her breasts and her pussy. She closed her eyes lost in self pleasure.

Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud.

He said with sad smile. You shouldn't Simon." She retorted quickly turning back to face him. "Why shouldn't I?" He questioned her. "You are Simon Kentley, the youngest and most influential business mogul in the South East. You are many people's perfect definition of a dream man Simon. You shouldn't be envious of Stefan." She replied. "Am I your perfect definition of a dream man?" He asked seriously. Everything she just said would only make sense to him If she answered in affirmative to his question.

“So, this is the girl you were telling me about, huh?” “Yeah,” Calvin admitted, the faint tension in his jaw betraying the restraint he tried to maintain. “Sweet,” Simon said, his smirk widening, eyes glinting with amusement. “What do you mean, ‘sweet’?” Calvin asked, narrowing his eyes, wary yet curious. Simon leaned casually against the glass railing, letting the night breeze tousle his hair. “You were worried she might be a minor,” he said, voice smooth, teasing, “but damn she’s beautiful. Now I understand why you’re completely head over heels for her.”

She was overjoyed as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke. “You must’ve used some nasty trick to get into Mr. Windsor’s bed. You got pregnant and tried to force him to marry you, but it didn’t work. So now, you just follow him around like his shameless mistress. Am I right? Tsk. How pathetic.” Simon was not far away, and he also walked over. He deliberately wore a sentimental expression.

"Sylvia is my servant! She's just someone I send on errands! I'm the one paying! It's me! And you're just a singer. You have no right to look down on me!" The celebrity, amused at Lawrence's fury, shot me a playful wink. "In that case, Mr. Carter, let's settle my appearance fee first." Hearing that, Lawrence, who had just been throwing a fit and smashing things, froze in place. He shot me a bewildered look. "Sylvia, how do you even handle things? How come the appearance fee still hasn't been paid?" I looked at Lawrence's stunned face and gave him a big, cheeky smile. "I'm your maid, Mr. Carter. Since when does a maid pay for something like this?"

Gabriela flung the door of the car open and entered into the premises of the hotel, got into the elevator, and headed to the rooftop club. When the elevator doors slid open, she traced Simon and unwillingly made contact with a guy who wore a Rolex and had his tie undone. It was Gary, one of Simon’s rich friends. Gary just stood in front of her with a weird smile stamped on his face. “Heyyy, Who let Cinderella here?” He was clearly tipsy as he walked, bumping things on his way. “Wait, I know you, you're that girl from the restaurant? Yeah, the one that messed up our orders”

Panic flashed across Jason’s face as he moved to chase after them, but Lillian held onto him for dear life, refusing to let go. “I don’t care! If I don’t get a grandchild, I won’t rest in peace! “My grandson! Give me back my grandson…” I put every bit of acting skill I had into today’s performance, and the results did not disappoint. I was quite satisfied. Watching Jason standing there, overwhelmed, I could not help but chuckle. I let him off too easily in the past. He took everything I gave and threw me away without a second thought. He could suffer the consequences himself this time.

“I’m fine. Your work is more important.” The more magnanimous she was about the situation, the more uneasy Simon felt. He swore, “Bertha, you’re more important to me than anything else.” He hugged her tightly and pressed his face against her neck. “You haven’t eaten your birthday cake today. I ordered a fondant cake for you. I know it’s your favorite. Why don’t we make a wish and blow out the candles?” Simon had a pitiful expression on his handsome face as he stared at Bertha.