Natalia Dyer And Timothee Chalamet Novels & Stories

The same woman whom Killian had treated like trash the other day. Natalia was looking at Lisa with a friendly smile. She was dressed in a short black dress with an open cleavage. Just one look at her and it would show that she had dressed to impress. When standing beside Natalia Lisa felt pretty ugly, after all, there was no way she could compare looks with an A-list actress known for her beauty and killer body. As someone who was meeting their idol for the first time, Lisa felt more dread than joy. Because she remembered the events that had transpired between Natalia and Killian yesterday, and it was all because Killian had made a false promise of making Natalia his bride.

The screen behind Natasha blazed to life. Photos. Dozens of them. Me with Damien at expensive restaurants. Designer shopping bags in my hands. Jewelry glittering on my wrists. Each image timestamped, dated, catalogued like evidence in a trial. "Elena Carter," Natasha's voice dripped with false sympathy, "married Damien Anderson three years ago. A structural engineer with a modest salary who suddenly quit her job the moment she said 'I do.'" Murmurs rippled through the darkness.

I said, eyes narrowing. Dimitri blinked, genuinely confused. “You were?” he asked, surprise flickering across his otherwise unreadable face. Then he studied me. Long. Deep. And smirked. “Oh… I see. You don’t know either.” I didn’t like his tone. “What?” I snapped, jaw clenched. “Natalie is fated to Adrian,” he said simply. “A pure soul bond. The only one of its kind.” The words slammed into me like a blow to the chest.

Tim continued, completely ignoring him, “you can tell me anything. No matter how bad it is.” Nate just sighed and flipped open a file. Telling Tim wasn’t an option. Not because he didn’t trust him - but because of that damn contract with Dahlia. One word about the marriage, and it was breach city. Tim’s laugh broke his train of thought. Nate looked up to see him scrolling through his phone. “Hey, that Dahlia chick is married now,” Tim said suddenly. Nate froze. “Who?” “Dahlia,” Tim repeated, waving his phone like it was obvious. “Dahlia Reyes of Reyes Corporation. Ring a bell?”

It wasn't hard to find because they dedicated a massive chunk of text to the couple. Ex-couple, I added silently to myself. I couldn't deny I was incredibly pleased with how my little plan turned out. The image of the two of them together at the lodge had grated on my last nerve. I still wanted to kill that warrior for ever putting his hands on her. Pictures of Nia Whitmore and Callum Hayes filled several pages of the scroll, showing their last two years together. They were the main topic of the entire region, and I despised every single image.

I smiled and nodded, and Natalia’s eyes watered as she smiled at me . She wore a knee long white dress and a flower tiara on her head. Our daughter and son, who are one year old now, Daniella and Dario, were with mom and Marissa, watching us with wide eyes, excited as they saw the number of people who were spoiling them rotten. “I do,” I said, looking at my wife who looked down at our joined hands for a minute before looking me in the eye. “Do you, Natalia Knight, take Blake Knight, as your husband and mate? To love and to care for, to cherish and protect, through sickness and in health?” He asked Natalia who nodded as tears fell from her eyes.

His insistence that this was bigger than business. Damian lifted his glass but didn’t drink. His voice dropped, lower now, as if the walls themselves might be listening. “The person who set the fire in Germany…” He paused. My jaw tightened at the deliberate beat he left in the air. “…and vandalized the containers in Paris…” He finally looked at me, unflinching. “…is Natalie Montgomery.” The name slammed into the space between us. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass. “And,” Damian continued, almost as if driving the knife deeper on purpose, “she’s not just Elisha’s sister. She’s my girlfriend.”

Dylan, standing before the temple on the Sacred Mountain, looking impossibly handsome in his tailored suit. And on his arm, a woman in a flowing black gown was smiling for the cameras. Lady Lilith of the Black Forest Pack. The comments flew across the screen: “The new Luna is gorgeous!” “A match made by the Moon Goddess!” “Alpha Dylan finally found a woman worthy of him!” The phone slipped from my fingers. I bolted out the door, not even grabbing a coat, and drove straight to the Sacred Mountain. I floored the gas pedal, my mind screaming, but I forced myself to stay calm, telling myself there had to be a misunderstanding.

Samantha jumped on me the moment she saw me. "You're back, Scott!" Michelle gave me a kiss and pulled me to the living room, "My wish is finally coming true! Natalia is coming to New York! I'll finally get to see her!" Not knowing what to say, I simply nodded and took to the couch seating beside Nathan. Paying close attention to the screen, I tried to understand why everyone is going crazy over Natalia. I couldn't see anything asides the fact that she is really beautiful. Her black, long hair cascaded down her back, her elegant skin was cladded in a black gown that highlighted her curves and showed off her slim body.

Natalia said. Damien sighed and shook his head wearily. "What did you do this time?" He asked her. I suspected that this was a thing between them. While she was mischievous, Damien was used to get shenanigans. It made me very jealous. "I did nothing out of the blue, Damien, I just want our new employee to know who I am," She said. "And now," The host announced. "The winner for the category of The most glamorous couple goes to..." "Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas."