Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

“Nothing’s private when you’re married to a Redford. Isn’t that right, Ciara? Tell them how hard you’ve been trying. Or should I say… how hard you haven’t.” My throat closed. Heat rushed to my face. I tried to pull my leg away but his grip tightened, nails biting into my skin. “Simon,” I said quietly. “Stop.” He ignored me. Leaned back in his chair and draped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side like we were the perfect couple. “She’s shy tonight. Usually she’s more… vocal. At least with the right motivation.” Aunt Linda cleared her throat. “That’s enough, Simon.”

She and Molly both turned around, and Caitlin saw Simon, dressed in a white lab coat, walking toward them with a gentle smile. Molly, seeing Simon, froze for a moment, her eyes widening in admiration. Her thoughts swirled with excitement. “God, he’s so handsome…” Though Molly was surrounded by male models all the time, there was something about Simon in his white coat that made her heart race. “Just now I saw someone who looked like you. Turns out it really is you. Who are you visiting here?” Simon asked, his hands casually in his pockets. “I’m here to visit Mr. Vanderbilt’s grandmother. Are you not busy today?”

Beautiful ladies, nobles, and commoners, but why her the lowest of them all? Why her a s3x slave? * * * Simon heads back to his room, after escorting Imogen back to her room. His face was beaming with happiness, he couldn't be happier. Tonight is his best night, he can't stop thinking about her, her beautiful seductive eyes, her heartwarming smile, and the most endowed body he has ever seen. He tried so hard to control himself from touching her earlier, he wanted this night to be the beginning of a new start between them, not just S3x. And luckily it was, she smiled at him, joked with him, and held him back.

Simon wore a simple linen-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black-framed glasses, looking very ordinary, except for a necklace around his neck. Chris could not wait and opened the door. He examined Simon’s necklace closely. It was a black chain with a small silver pendant. Seeing Chris looking, Simon glanced down, touched the pendant, and smiled. “Looks familiar, doesn’t it? Your mother should have one too. The number 0621 is my birthday, and the number on mine…” “…is my mother’s birthday,” said Chris. He stepped aside to let Simon in. Opposite them were the rooms of Collin and Jaden.

It wasn’t until my feet hit the pavement that I glanced down and swore under my breath. “Shit.” No heels. But Simon—sweet, stupidly perfect Simon—was already out of the car, holding them like a red-soled offering, with that disarming, boyishly smug smile on his face. “Here,” he said, eyes dancing. “Thank you.” I reached out, but he didn’t hand them over. Instead, like some knight in designer slacks, he dropped to one knee and slipped them on, one by one, as if this was some modern-day fairytale and I was the damn prize.

said Luna. Simon turned to her. Luna seemed to feel something in those moments. It wasn’t too dark in the cinema, but she couldn’t explain why, when Simon looked at her, it was like he was a modern prince charming. She suddenly felt like she was being tickled. She felt awkward and turned her eyes away from the man. Simon noticed that Luna was not looking at him. He had a little chuckle. “Do you think we’re dating?” Simon asked Luna looked at him. “Huh?” said Luna innocently.

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

You two are the official ship! [You still love him, that's obvious. Why nuke it over one misunderstanding? Sure, he screwed up, but he's learned his lesson.] [Exactly! Relationships take compromise. Calling it simping is too much!] Annoyed, I killed the feed and shot a text to my childhood bestie—Kelly, who was in Selvora for work: [Wanna grab a drink, gorgeous?] Kelly: [On my way 😘] Half an hour later, we were tucked in a lounge corner, tequila in hand.

My fingers curled slightly at my side when Dylan let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be surprised. “Mom! What are you saying? That Xeros has fallen into a trap? I mean, my sister-in-law is so graceful and charming. I’m sure she’s a great artist too.” His tone was fully sarcastic, like he was setting a trap. “Please don’t mind him, dear!” Aunt Talia's claw-like hands gripped Charlotte’s shoulder as she pulled her into a hug, pressing an air kiss to her cheek. “My son is a bit of an idealist. He often believes things are exactly as they appear on the outside.”