Novel & Cerita Monique Deveraux The Originals

“You’re up to something, aren’t you?” “Xavier can you stop asking questions and let him tell us.” “I already know. Devin works for notorious men and gets paid. He probably wants to share the money with us, I’m all in as long as I don’t get involved in shit.” My heart raced faster as soon as Xavier finished. Did he have an idea I was working for James? Was he going to do the same thing he did with Amelia? Fucking hell. Before I could think of anything to say in my defence, Emily clapped her hands together.

It was almost like a whisper. “Are you my mother’s mother?” I asked curiously. I just wanted to distinguish each of these voices and knew who they were. They were practically family that I’d never gotten the chance to meet. ‘Yes. My name is Monique Delvaux.’ There was a small pause before she spoke again. ‘I’m your grandmother, I suppose. If you still wish to acknowledge me as one. I’m so sorry for what Gaia did to you. It seems that power has blinded her. She mingled with too much dark magic and her inquisitive mind would not allow any stone left unturned. She never did understand that some things are best to be left alone and there are things that we better not know.’

"Do you consider us weird?" "No, Mistress Clara." "No?" Shamira asked incredulously. "Bondage vampires from hell isn't weird?" "Monique is a werewolf, not a vampire. And no, it isn't odd for us at all." "Werewolf?" Clara smiled. "Our guest is a woman of few words," she said. "Monique, I think she might like a display." "Display?" Shamira asked. "What kind of display?" Monique stood up and quickly undressed. While this was happening, Shamira pulled on the sweats, which were way too tight for her. Her breasts were amazingly firm (thank you Mr. Plastic Surgeon), so the lack of a bra wasn't a problem.

I opened the first one and my knees went weak at the headline. “From Cheating Wife To Runway Muse: Olivia Monroe’s Scandalous Rise At Luxe Devereux.”

Chase stood and walked toward the desk, scanning the screen. “There,” Ariel said suddenly, pointing. “Monique Delacroix. That’s her. That’s one of her aliases.” Harris looked stunned. “She claimed to be a prospective donor interested in our arts program. She even filled out a form for background clearance—though it hasn’t been processed yet.” Ariel’s mouth fell open. “She knew exactly how to get around your system.” Harris nodded grimly. “It appears she came during end-of-day hours—when volunteers and visitors are more common—and she was unsupervised briefly. I sincerely apologise for this oversight.”

“I’m up for anything. Take me places and show me things. Show me more of the real Paris!” Monica says delightedly. It’s a risk, one she knows they were both taking. Going to the Sun Orphanage was too, but being seen together in public is an entirely different level of

**The First Mission** Monaco had been a test. Now, the real work began. Ayesha sat in front of a large digital map, the glow from the screen illuminating her face. The world was still broken—Miran Davos might have disappeared, but his network hadn’t. His allies were already moving in, trying to rebuild what they had lost. And she wasn’t going to let them. The First Target Priya pulled up an encrypted report. “We have a lead. One of Davos’ key financial backers—Marcus Delacroix. He’s shifting funds, setting up offshore accounts. If he succeeds, he’ll create a new power base.”

“That felt good! Haha!” Looking at Xavier stumping on his feet from her rear mirror, Monique could not help but laugh out loud. Her face was simple and naturally beautiful, her brows thin and refined, her nose straight and delicate, her skin fair and silky. Her face was small and beautiful, with a charming smile. She did not want to stay on for too long, in case Xavier became irrational and damaged the car, then she would not be able to repay even if she sold herself.

The loud sounds she made when she was in the throes of an orgasm, like a bitch on heat, sometimes made it hard for Andrei to believe Monique usually spoke in a calm, breathy voice. "Legal is looking at it now as we speak," she added, pausing in front of the coffee station beside the bar. Without checking what he was in the mood for, she poured him an espresso. "And if all goes well, they'll be here in a day or two for a tour of our main hub." "Thanks," Andrei nodded, accepting the cup from her. Her fingers stayed a little too long on the back of his hand, caressing him. "You still didn't tell me what Papa Ivanov offered you to make you stay," Monique said, coming around his desk to rest behi

I take back my seat, I didn't glance at Monique once during my speech but I can feel her steaming a few inches from me. Mr Davids takes the floor first opening the settlement with $950. Monique scoffs, muttering something under her breath like why don't we make it $1000 at once. She's inaudible, so no one else but me hears her. I call her out. "Monique, if you have a dissenting opinion. Why don't you speak up I'm sure the house will love to hear it."