Monica Nobles Novels & Stories

Widya replied. "You want us to succeed or not. We don't want to get involved in the scandal that Sonia is going through," Nina whispered while pinching Widya's waist. Monica stood up from her seat, she was accompanied by Santi approaching the two women who were busy whispering. She put on a sullen face because she didn't want them to feel Monica had accepted her arrival. "What do you want to do looking for me. If it's to accuse me of spreading the scandalous video of the woman who has ruined my household, you are wrong. My time is too valuable to deal with a cheap woman like your proud daughter-in-law," said Monica.

"I don't feel well today, so I'm going to take my leave now." The women silently observed Monica turn around and leave. Most of them were clearly amused by her actions. "When Katie returned to the country, Monica was so proud that she kept looking down on us! Heh! Didn't she claim that Katie was one of the most prominent members at Rising Sun Group? That woman couldn't even come up with a few perfume prototypes on her own! What a joke!" "Monica used to be a mistress, you know? Even though she managed to become the lady of the house, it turns out that her daughter isn't as skilled as her stepdaughter! Seriously, I feel embarrassed for her!"

"I know Mila only thinks of Hunter as her big brother." Monica took micellar water from her dressing table and started cleaning her face, which was decorated with light makeup. Monica is a beautiful woman, even though she is no longer young. She still has the tight and flawless skin that people sometimes misunderstand with her age. And so far, Monica has always been proud of her physical beauty more than anything else. But ever since Mila lived in this house and was adopted as her child, she has been rivaled by Mila's beauty. People will pay more attention to Mila than her when they attend important events together. Because of that he never liked Mila. She only allowed Mila to grow up in her

“It’s fine, I have all the free time in the world until the very days leading up to Ethan‘s surgery. So you can invite me to as many galas you come across.” The door pushed open, and Monica walked in with a group of people behind her. “We are here for the most beautiful woman in all of Crimson Moon.” She said playfully to Elena, who just beamed at her with a wide smile. “Well, I’ll excuse you so you can make your own preparations. See you on the other side of perfection. I mean, not that you’re not already perfect.” I stammered. “Fuck.” She burst into a small laughter. “Just go, Horace. Just go.” She chided mockingly.

My mind was too blank to think, so all I could do was give her a blank stare without recognizing who she was. She took the papers from me and introduced herself with a smile, "I'm Monica Brown. I was your senior in college and presented you with an award during the anniversary gala." Monica's father had been the city's wealthiest tycoon. As a result, she had always been a prominent figure on campus. I heard her father died a few years ago. As his only child, Monica had inherited his fortune and become a billionaire herself.

“Wait, my child. Stay for at least ten minutes. Talk to us. At least go see your aunt. I can’t prepare anything for you to eat, but Sona will be here soon and she’ll bring something.” “Really? Where is Sona?” Magdalena asked angrily. At the same time, she took out the sandwiches she had bought at the airport for the journey and placed them on the table for them. “Sona is at work. She works in a restaurant washing dishes and usually comes home late.” “I can’t wait for her today, but when she comes, tell her to be home tomorrow morning.” Nazi did not know the truth. Sona worked in a low-class whorehouse in the area. She worked as a prostitute, mostly serving truck drivers. She earned very litt

Monica stood close enough that I could see the contempt in her eyes without needing a fortune teller. “A dirty… disgusting slave,” she said, letting each word land slowly, “bathing like she is a noble born.” She looked around at the other women with a short, humorless laugh. “In my own fortress.” One of the she-wolves beside her crossed her arms. “That is precisely why we are here. Someone has to teach her what she actually is and keep her in her place.” I turned my gaze to Monica. My voice came out steadier than I expected. “Who are you? And what gives you the right to put your hand on my face?”

Tony asked curiously. “ Her? That’s Rain Miller. You know, that orphan girl Guardian Emma took in. They just gave her the title since she was adopted by Emma. She doesn’t deserve to be here. We don’t even know where the fuck she’s from. She’s probably a rogue,” Monica told him. Tony found her jealousy of the girl unattractive. He knew it was out of fear because he could smell it on her. Tony knew then that this was the girlfriend that put Monica in the hospital. “You sound threatened. A real Luna would fear nothing,” Tony said coldly to her and smiled.

"Monica! I'm Monica! Search for the Guevarra Group of Companies! So you'll wake up from your arrogance!" Monte and Bernard were surprised. Monica never spread the word about their wealth. Both she and Bernard were billionaires like him. It just so happened that Monica preferred a simple life, so she didn't disclose to others that her family, along with Bernard's, owned the largest hospitals in the Philippines and abroad. She chose to be a designer, while Bernard focused full-time on their company. "No, you're a liar!" Mr. Ordoñez shouted. "Oh!" Monica showed their family photo. Mr. Ordoñez was left speechless.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.