Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

Simon knew in that moment that he had to have her, and after some digging when he learned of the unhappy marriage she was in with the younger heir of the Logans, all he had to do was plant Jenna back into Ronin’s life and wait for that marriage to crash and burn. However, Jenna didn’t make it easy for him. She outright refused to cooperate when he asked her to play a role in his elaborate scheme. But Simon was not one to give up easily. He was a man with exquisite tastes, so rare that he had a dedicated team scouring the globe for his desired objects. Carmen was one of those rare treasures—a beauty he desired exclusively for himself. He was determined not to let anything or anyone jeopardize

That menace needed to be dealt with immediately! After changing his clothes, Simon came downstairs. Kimberly took the initiative to hold his hand and said, "There's no need to mind their gazes, Simon. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side." It didn't matter how much they mocked him because, at the end of the day, the Xandors were still the most affluent family in Jipsfort. Simon merely hummed in response. He simply had nothing more to say. He truly felt like a puppet at this point. None of his actions were his own choices, and even his fiancée wasn't someone he truly loved.

Simon was every single thing that women wanted, apparently, and he couldn’t blame Reena at all for her immediate reaction to the guy. Simon was as tall and broad as Mitch, and as strong and lethal in the ring. More so, if Mitch was being totally honest with himself. But it was his face that really drove women and sponsors crazy: the guy was nothing short of male model material, and even Mitch could see that Simon was fucking gorgeous. Flashing brown eyes, wide grin, white teeth. His nose had been expertly reset every time that it had been broken, and it was as chiseled as the rest of him. Sponsors were fighting to the death for him to promote their clothes, equipment, cars, watches. Every si

All eyes turned to me and Simon, who stood closely intertwined, observing each person in the room. The expression on my dad's face was the most stunned of all, his eyes fixated sharply on Simon. Clearing his throat, Simon began speaking. "Hello, and good evening," he announced confidently. "I am Simon Sinclair, Gemini's fiance." Aunt Becky coughed abruptly, nearly choking on the champagne she held in her hand. Her husband quickly came to her aid, gently patting her back to ease her discomfort. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the dramatic reaction.

"Grandpa." Zander walked up to him and then stared at him for a long time. "What do you want to tell me?" Nothing could be discerned from his tone. With a glimmer of hope, Simon looked up. "Grandpa, Gladyce is Red Gadus, but she doesn't work for Victor. She didn't get close to me with a purpose... She, she's my girlfriend!" "..." Zander was shocked and furious. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped Simon.

The expression on her face when they stepped off the elevator would be embedded in his mind forever. Simon cleared his throat. “Chelly my hardworking ,loving sweet baby, will you be my wife?” She grinned and nodded her head. “Yes.” Their family and friends cheered and clapped, and really showed out when Simon placed the ring on her finger. He didn’t half-step with anything in life, so of course, her ring was top of the line. Standing to his feet, Simon pulled her to him, and they shared a passionate kiss that madeChelle almost forget where the hell they were.

Kendrick’s voice rose. Simon looked away for a moment, then cleared his throat. “That’s not what I meant.” “What did you mean then?” Kendrick asked, his voice sharp now. “Because what I just heard… that’s not the man I thought you were.” Simon shifted in his seat. “She’s a slave, Kendrick. A breeder. The rules are different.” Kendrick stared. He didn’t blink. Simon tried to explain again. “She’s not one of us. She doesn’t belong to any noble family. Her consent doesn’t hold the same weight.”

His tailored suit was impeccable, and his presence commanded respect. “Liam,” the man greeted warmly, extending a hand. “Good to see you.” “Mr. Whitmore,” Liam said, shaking his hand. “It’s been a while.” Whitmore’s gaze shifted to Emily, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “And who is this lovely lady?” “This is Emily Monroe, my fiancée,” Liam introduced smoothly. Emily extended her hand, offering a polite smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine,” Whitmore said graciously. “Liam, you’ve always had excellent taste.”