Mr Love Novels & Stories

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

That was when I spotted someone I knew, not one on one, but someone we all knew from politics to any lists of the rich you can mention. Mr. Gregory Cole He is known to be one of the most powerful oil moguls in the country and some even say he might be a mafia behind the scenes. Even though he was in his late fifties, he was still tall, still handsome and well built. The type of man who smiled without ever softening his eyes. He walked towards us and his eyes landed on me. His gaze was invasive like he was taking off my dress slowly. This made me feel uncomfortable. “This must be the new Mrs. Hargrave,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re more stunning in person than I imagined.”

"MR… I have discovered in our intercepted messages. Who is he, Victor? Anything we know of his background?" He came in closer, his voice taking an even lower tone. "MR is no ordinary investor. He's trouble, James. He had a controversy in the early 2000s, hostile takeovers and breaking up competing companies. His methods were ruthless—bribery, intimidation, even hacking. He made his millions on company sabotage and has a trail of destruction in his wake. While everybody thought that he vanished into thin air, he was secretly working behind the scenes the whole time, resurfacing through shell companies and offshore banks."

(Mies) Although his expressions looks the same, but one can hear the slight annoyance on his tone when he said ‘It’s Mister’. Overall, the mood doesn’t changed much between them, and to Robert he rather eager to hear what Mies would offer him, because, the moment he heard the name Virtue Financial, the burden in his heart lessen, and even more when he heard the words ‘president’. After all everyone in the business world knows, although Virtue Financial name is not a stranger to everyone, but the presence of it’s President/Owner were, it’s not a person that anyone can easily see. This man even the president of the US wanted to see him, he can’t and never had the chances to. “Sir…with all due

“I am Mbah Franklin known as Spiritus. There`s Emeka Lovett alias Moister, the guy who ruined his beloved auntie from her life savings. So as to bounce like a strong man business with the wife. Followed by Wanyu John Paul, known as El Tremor then Bejuka Clinton alias Brando. Popularly seen like girl`s choice, the baby sugar. The last person whom most of us don`t know and has never met is called Dark Messiah. He operates in the dark and in cryptology. We suspect is an important personality. He`s the strong man of the cartel. He knows us but we do not know him.

I was just about to open my mouth and speak up when Jeffrey and two of my guards rushed over to me. “Mr. Robinson, are you okay?” He asked, and I saw one of the women whisper something into Miss. Rude's ear causes her to scrunch up her nose in disgust. "I am Blake Robinson, CEO of the Robinson group." I snarled at them. "There is no way you can be Mr. Robinson. That name is on the news every now and then. Everyone knows he is a powerful man and he can not end up with a low life like this one." The rude lady hissed and eyed Helen.

The mysterious man held out his hand out to Kendrick who eyed it before accepting the gesture. The joyful old man exclaimed "I'm Mr Moliere, and I'm here to save your family."

Marcus burst out in tears and said, “Dad, when we get to Malaysia, we don’t have to report Albert anymore, can we get rid of these ridiculous carvings on our forehead?” “Of course!” Cain touched the scar on his forehead that had already dried up and said depressedly, “I don’t think there will be a chance to avenge our humiliation…” *** Meanwhile, the Moore family mansion was still brightly lit. Wearing a white tracksuit, Lord Moore was in the yard, practicing Tai Chi against the cold night breeze. Although the weather started to turn cold and he was wearing only thin clothes, he did not feel cold at all, but he was literally sweating!

One of the men wearing a suit explained. “Oh, poor thing. She must be going through a lot. Having a child out of wedlock at such a young age” Lady Miller shook her head. She felt guilty because she knew the girl had been very nice to her. If not for Amelia Rodriguez, she would have long-lost her life. With that, she turned her gaze to Richard, whose eyes were fixed on the cell phone he was operating. “Hey Richard! Are you really listening?” “Huh?” Richard raised his brows.

"Mr. Murray, you've arrived!" Robert opened his mouth carefully, a hypocritical smile lingering on his face, and Luna threw a towel at him. "Please, dry your face and then speak to Mr. Murray decently." Robert was somewhat dissatisfied with Luna's attitude. After all, he was still Nicholas Murray's father-in-law, right? So, how could a mere secretary be so rude to him? He grabbed the towel and wiped his face carelessly. "Mr. Murray, about this... Where's Clarice? Why haven't I seen her?"