Novel & Cerita Modern Cinderella Simon

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 pulse hammered as Simon led me onto the stage. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and confident. “You all look stunning tonight. But I must confess, my date looks hotter than all of you combined.” The crowd laughed and whistled. “I’m up here tonight,” Simon continued, “to tell you all how much I love Sabrina. And hopefully, one day, we’ll be the lucky couple to be joined together after our degrees.” Gasps, then a hush. My heart somersaulted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box tied with a red ribbon. For a second, my throat closed.

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.”

"Simon, what are you even saying? You think I'd go back with you?" Simon's face turned tomato red, and it took him a moment to stammer, "I'm sorry, Lily. I know I messed up. I've kicked Ella out. Please come back with me, Lily. I can't live without you. You're the only one I want on my marriage certificate." I could not help but laugh, almost feeling sorry for him. "Simon, what makes you think I'd ever go back to you? Also, who says I wanted my name anywhere near yours on a marriage certificate?"

“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.

When the meeting was over, Page was left in her office with Mr Simon. Simon was a man who had keen eyes for women. He liked his women, curvy and sexy. Changing them as he changed socks, he banged a different woman every two days, making it extremely hard to please him, his hunger for more almost insatiable. He was a casanova, a wickedly talented womanizer. Once, she had almost fallen for him but withdrew when she uncovered those not-so-pleasing-to-hear things about him.

Or giving me that fucking wolvesbane! "So princess, ready for your admirers!" Luke grinned at me, scanning the phone up my legs to my face. I watched his fingers move on the phone and guessed he was zooming in. I was so focused on Luke that I didn't notice Simon stepping closer until his hands tangled in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "Mate, she is filthy! They aren't going to pay up when she looks like she's spent months dumpster diving." Simon growled. Letting go of my head, he gripped the chain at the radiator and pulled it up to look at it.

she said straight away. “Ah, hello.” Charlotte smiled back at the woman. She took a closer look at her. The woman was around 26 years old and was wearing an attractive pearl-white dress, just like Tiffany. She wasn’t as charming as Tiffany, but she was very beautiful, and her smile was sweet and innocent. “Mr. Night King has asked me to put on a show with you. Miss Simmons, do you know how this will play out?” Emma asked with a smile. Charlotte nodded.

Simon was holding his breath when Lilian stood in front of him. Pulling an all casual expression, she voiced out, "What's with your look? Aren't you happy marrying the love of your life?" Lilian gave Evana a smiling look and then again turned to Simon. Shane got there and stood beside Lilian. For some reason, Simon looked somewhat familiar but he wasn't sure where he saw him. "You?" Gulping hard, Simon spoke up, "Sir, I am Simon Caldwell, a project manager of your company."