Mr Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

He tried to sound pitiful, but his handsome grin couldn't hide his mischievous nature. "Okay. If you insist." I finally gave in. There was no way I could resist this charming fellow anymore. His driver with a bow opened the car door and I sat beside Mr hottie. " Sweet Jeez! I just hope this is not a dream. If it is, Kira, don't even think of waking up from this one." I silently prayed. Soon the driver turned on the ignition. I loved the way the car smelt. A mixture of scented rose and his strong cologne, with an atmosphere screaming "I'm freaking rich!

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

‘I don’t appreciate being judged based on rumours. Logan smirked, undeterred. ‘Rumours tend to have a nugget of truth. Now, let’s not play games. You’re here for one thing—money.’ Miranda’s attempt at maintaining grace wavered. ‘I don’t see how that’s any of your business.’

Wright seemed so serious despite telling me I had a fucking rodent in my soul or whatever that I forced myself to think of a question. “What will happen with Mari and me?” I said, instantly cursing myself. You already know the answer, bloody idiot. Mrs. Wright hummed under her breath as she shuffled. And shuffled. And then shuffled for so long I almost fell asleep in my chair. When she finally chose a card and flipped it over, it was upside down. “Oh, dear,” she murmured, tapping the card. “Oh, dear.” “What?”

I am delivering documents to my fiance, Caleb Greene, when I see his personal assistant, Yelena Langdon, sit in his lap. "Mr. Greene, the seatbelt's broken and dug into my chest so hard that it really hurts now. Could you help me take a look?" Caleb, who claims to have a phobia of women, lets out a low chuckle and strokes her waist. "Is that so? Then I should take a closer look to see where you're hurt." The two get tangled together right there in the car, so engrossed in each other that they fail to notice me standing outside even after five minutes have passed. I knock on the car window. After Caleb rolls down the window, his face twists into an expression of shock. "Becca! What are

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

“Just a friendly observation, Aleksei. After all, alliances are fragile things, aren’t they? One wrong move and everything crumbles.” "True that." I replied coolly. “Alliances only crumble when the weak can’t hold their end of the bargain. Are you worried about yours, Hardin?” The room felt like it had shrunk, the tension between us thick enough to cut through paper. Hardin's smile never wavered, but I could see the slight tick in his jaw. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Mikhail stepped in, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice low. “But we have an issue that requires your attention.”

His smile giving me the courage I needed to forge on. "MOD is the next I*******m. You get to share your exploration with the world and people can easily locate a place just by syncing with your map. It is also security protected. So, no. You won't have a murderer on your heels just because you've shared an exploration location. Be careful of exes though." The crowd had found it funny. Even Mr Drey's smile widened a little. I continued with more confidence and by the time I was done, there was a standing ovation.

I tell him with mock indignation, and his eyes widen at my comment. "What? Too soon?" I ask as I duck from his incoming attack. "Uh yeah!!!!!!" he yells as he pounces on me. Soon we are wrestling on his bed like two idiots when the door opens, and we freeze like children caught stealing candy. "I see you are feeling better," a person I assume is Marcus's doctor due to the unmistakable mustache, and yes, it looks utterly ridiculous announces, chuckling. We quickly separate and try to appear like a proper adults.

I walked through the lobby clutching a large coffee and silently praying nobody spoke to me before nine. The universe immediately ignored my request. “Rough morning?” I looked up to find Marco Reyes smiling at me. Great. Marco worked in operations and had this uncanny ability to know everybody. He was friendly. Too friendly. “Is it that obvious?” I asked. He winced. “A little.” Wonderful. Marco handed me a second coffee, and I frowned. “Why do you have two?” “I bought one for myself.” “And the other?” “You look like you’re about to fight someone.”