Novel & Cerita Modern Cinderella Simon

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

Looking at this werewolf, I felt like I didn't know him at all. Just 24 hours ago, he had kneeled before the statue of the Moon Goddess, holding my hand as he swore. He said that I, Tanya Walker, was his one true soulmate, the one he would be loyal to for the rest of his life. The echoes of that vow hadn't even faded from the valley, yet he had already ground it into the dirt with his own feet. "The girl's name is Lily," Simon said casually, as if he were talking about the weather. "I put her in the east wing guest suite. Don't let anyone bother her."

Sabrina muttered. "I would like to ask a favor from you," Sabrina muttered staring at Simon's hazel eyes. "What? If it is within my power, I would do it," Simon assured. "I want you to play the role of being my fake husband, it would make anything we plan more believable," Sabrina muttered. "Tsk, are you getting formidable now? If that's what you want, consider it done," Simon muttered. "Thank you, I owe you big time," Sabrina muttered, giving Simon a genuine smile.

I should be here cheering on him. “Daddy!” A cute little boy walks towards him. I think he's around ten years old. Simon picks him up from the floor and says, “Hey little buddy. Say hi to this gorgoues lady right here.” He used the boy's little hand for a wave. “Hi. What's your name?” “Christof.” Simon says. The kid doesn't pay much attention to me. Simon laughs at him. I think it's time to go. “I have go back to my table.” He says, his smile is fainted.

“I’ve arranged a formal dinner for tonight. Just the three of us. You’ll sit beside Viktor and start acting like the dutiful fiancée I know you can be.” Anger surged up, mingling with the ever-present dread. “You mean pretend to be the dutiful fiancée.” She raised an eyebrow. “You were born into privilege, Irina. That comes with responsibilities. All we’re asking is for you to do your part.” I held her gaze for a moment, letting her see the contempt in my eyes, but I knew better than to push her. I couldn’t risk my situation worsening, not with everything already stacked against me. Silently, I nodded, and she seemed pleased.

She said. " Friends should act like friends. Adam and I are engaged to be married. So behave like a normal friend not like a girlfriend. I am sure even your husband would not appreciate it. " I said. She made a face and got away from Adam. He smiled at me appreciating me. Just then there was another knock. She turned and saw an older man. " Simon!! See they have arrived. " She went to her husband. And walked in again with him. Simon was a tall and handsome man in his fifties and must have looked very attractive in his youth as he still retained a powerful aura of attraction that many older men possessed. He smiled warmly at me.

"Now I understand why your audacious behavior seemed so familiar." Hunter dissolved into laughter, finding amusement in the way Christine put Simon in his place. On the other hand, Simon felt a bit shocked by her unexpected reaction. His predator instincts were awakened, and he became even more determined to pursue her. "This is Christine Blaine, she is my Co-CEO," Hunter introduced. "Ohh," Simon replied, registering the source of her presumptuous attitude. Loukas Blaine, whom Simon imagined to be her father, was one of the world's top billionaires. She must be a spoiled princess. His usual charms were tailored for different types of women, but he was willing to adapt his game to match her l

Simon said sarcastically, “You put aside your job? Indeed, it’s very sad for you to give up shopping, doing beauty, and hooking up.” Her face stiffened. The next moment, her face turned cold, and she sat down on the sofa in the room with her high heels. It was right that she was Simon’s fiancée, but Simon was a playboy outside and never lacked women around him. He didn’t take her seriously at all. Madeline was also a very emulous person. She had tried to seduce and conquer Simon, but no matter what tactics she used, it didn’t work on Simon at all.

Simon whispered besides Tristan "Yes and I was dead serious about it," Tristan replied. "Are you sure? Because you are literally eye fucking her Tristan," Simon said the obvious making Tristan roll his eyes in return. "I am not okay. And what's your problem with me? Stop speaking to me," Tristan said in a hush tone making Simon giggle silently. "She's Lydia Melton. One of the most sought out models currently. I heard she's a hard one. You won't be able to get her to sleep with you. She's not an easy one looking for a rich man to build a name for herself," Simon said to Tristan.

He was not afraid. Darryl laughed and looked at Simon. "Sure, let's compete in poetry. If you lose, you'll need to get your wife to kneel and call me master. Remember, it's your wife who should kneel before me; not you. You are too ugly. I don't want to accept an ugly disciple like you." Wow! The crown exploded in an uproar! Simon's wife was Summer Cruz. She was a well-known talented woman who was proficient in everything! She was in her early thirties, and she wore an evening gown that revealed her excellent body shape.