Mr Pride Vs Miss Prejudice Novels & Stories

He gave me a soft smile which I returned back, my smile turned back to a plain facial expression when Miles father cleared his throat to speak. “We all know why we are gathered here. One; the inauguration of the new CEO and two; the appointment of the new Manager” The process was a little bit long but shorter than I expected, I took an oath in the process to never spill any of the company’s secret or else the grim ripper would come knocking Mr. Bryon said and everyone laughed. This man was fucking hilarious I really didn’t see why Miles didn’t like him or get along with him because his jaw barely moved an inch in attempt to laugh whenever his father made a joke. Mr. Bryon invited me for a pa

As soon as she says that, the door burst open, and in walks Kia fashionably late. "What I miss bishes?"Kia says while grabbing me into a hug. I've got my two best friends in the same room. Don't get me wrong, they like each other, and all but Kia is incredibly territorial. "Nothing, we were just discussing how I'm going to be the maid of honor."Kate chimes in with a smug grin. Oh no, she didn't! "Katie bug, sweetie, if anybody is going to be the bride's maid of honor, it's going to be me." Kia looks at Katie and fires back.

He said while I make crying face. "But why are you ruining my Sunday.. please leave me and let me go.. I can't do all this and I can't pick this heavy equipments.. please..." I said making a very innocent cute face. Anyone can gets melts seeing my face but here we are talking about mafia king "The Steve Ellison", he can melt seeing his princess but he can't take risk with my health so he simply says me to start workout now without wasting more time. I makes face and starts doing workout. Amy's pov end's.

They say you live only for the thing you miss the most , the thing that you never had, never had been given. until you find it and you can leave peacefully and ascend somewhere ........ Some people who time runs out them and they die without even glimpsing the fact of that they are dead . it is game over here and there is no way back and you will always lose . My mother feared so, to be one of them , the misfortunte one she called . She once had it all, love and life and literally everything would possible anyone want , until she married ... him , the king of Alta.

She misses nothing. We’re ushered into a private suite reserved for brides and illusions. The walls are lined with gowns—some soft, some sharp, all beautiful. I try on one of the decoy dresses. Not the one I wore when Luca and I married in truth, in quiet candlelight, surrounded by family and love. That dress was sacred. This one is strategy. It’s ivory silk, off-the-shoulder, with a slit that whispers danger. The stylist fusses with the hem while Gabby snaps photos and Sam offers commentary like she’s hosting a fashion show.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

He knew damn well how this works. The Cortese Family runs this city. And I'm the Principessa. "Marco," I said cool, "if she refuses the job, strip her and drop her back at whatever sewer she slithered out of." "No!" Chloe dropped to her knees, sobbing. "I'll go! I'll do it!" I gave a nod. Then looked at Damon. "Next time you bring a stray into my house, you both sleep with the fish." Marco dragged her out. She threw Damon a look—hate and fear mixed in one.

When Misty finally managed to get to Alexandrov's Office she stomped the door down. Antonio rose from his chair as he watched his rage-filled mate in front of him. "I can explain" Was what Antonio blurted out in fear. "You started a WAR for beating up a Prince?!" Misty yelled. "He Rejected Eva! Called her defective like she was some kind of gadget!" "Then you should have killed him! If you're going to start something you make sure you finish it!" Misty yelled. She wasn't sure who to be angrier at. The Prince for rejecting Eva, Antonio for not killing the Prince, or herself for actually allowing Eva to go to that damn meeting in the first damn place.

Everything looked perfect before I stepped out of the car. Men like Mr. Cole always think they can move women around because they have money, I have heard of his rude and saucy statement about women who work their own monies from his numerous interviews and I must say that each time I watched him speak the bile in my stomach increased, my chest popped and boiled with the anger that at this age there’s a man somewhere who still thinks women can not make their own from legit sources.

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.