Mr Love Novels & Stories

Ben's father never talked to me in such a gentle tone but for very first time he gently talked to me with his eyes constantly looking at the floor and said, " Mam Linda! I am really sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I have realised my mistake. Please ask Mister Brent not to acquire our business and to forgive us this once. I started to understand what Mr Brent said to me in the morning but the one thing that I still didn't get was how Brent, a neurosurgeon could affect such a huge company in such a short period of time. Ben's father told me that Mr Brent was the owner of a huge billionaire company in foreign and he became a neurosurgeon just because of

Mrs Green hissed at her husband. "How ironic. Now I've offended the Westwood family, what is our company going to do about the contract? What if they reject our negotiations? And that ungrateful child, she didn't even tell me she was seeing someone from the Westwood family. " Mr Miller said angrily and smashed the glass of wine he was drinking.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

I looked at him coldly and replied, “No. From the very beginning, it was Ethan. If you think you're worthy of marrying me, dream on.” Aaron looked at me in disbelief. “You’re lying! You’ve always liked me! Everyone knows that! How could you possibly like some guy you’ve never even met?” “Wilson must have made a mistake. I’m going to find him and straighten this out right now!” At that moment, Aaron's parents finally showed up. Their expressions darkened the instant they heard what he said. Aaron’s father, Steven Johansen, stormed forward and slapped him across the face. “Do you not think you’ve embarrassed us enough? Why are you still causing a scene here?”

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.

VEX POV In the private room my jaw tightens as she slips away. A flash of something dangerous crosses my face—not rejection, but challenge. Something I’m not use to. I follow the mysterious girl out of the private rooms. Watching from a distance. Stupid girl not even realizing she’s being tailed by two of the eastern territories mafia men… Robert. Robert Mason a snake of all snakes. How he ever became a mafia boss will remain a mystery. He’s reckless, and idiotic. Making anyone more dangerous than him. He’s weak. Probably why there’s rumors of him marrying his daughter off to Ajax.

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

the man shouted. Raina stopped chewing and slowly turned her head to look at him. She raised a brow as she recognized him instantly. It was Victor Monroe, the head of the Monroe family. He was also a powerful man, but can't be compared to the Retroferds and Valentes. His face was red and he looked like he was about to explode with anger.

he replied, his voice sounding so soft like never before and I couldn't explain it but it felt like I was about to explode. Michael Rover loved me. The unbendable and merciless mafia lord was in love with me and it was taking me to believe it.

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.