Natasha Nice Widow Novels & Stories

“She usually hates every nanny who enters her room.” ​Valerius folded her arms. “I’m not a nanny. I’m just someone desperate enough to need your money.” ​Gideon’s expression darkened slightly. Again, she sounded nothing like the Evanthe he remembered. And yet, everything about her face still felt painfully familiar. ​Valerius sighed tiredly. “I already told you,” she said firmly. “I’m not your wife.” ​Gideon stared directly into her eyes. Then his voice dropped lower. “You can lie to everyone else if you want.”

the woman in charge of the cashier looked at him over her glasses. "Are you a relative?" "Does it matter if I am?" "Well, we are talking about a medical situation, sir. Please tell me your name." "I'm Edward Collen." When the girl heard his full name, she looked at him more closely and realized he was the most eligible widower in the city. Before he had mentioned his name, she hadn't taken a second to really look at him, but now she felt like a demigod had presented himself before her.

However, the more she met Antony, the more she was captivated by the charm of the billionaire widower and the more she desired something deeper. Yes, Anastasia changed her dreams from becoming a famous model and actress to being the wife of the billionaire widower. She hoped that through their frequent interactions, she could make Antony fall in love with her. After all, who wouldn't want to be the first and only daughter-in-law in the Quirino family? An Italian family that was clearly very wealthy.

Pushkin and Winning his favor. "Surprised?" Violet asked with a sardonic smirk across her lips. There's no way she's forgetting the humiliation she experienced at Mr. Pushkin's ward that day. Not only did Natasha disguised as her, Natasha even won Mr. Pushkin's favor. She's never forgiving that. Natasha exhaled and took steps closer to her desk, "Good morning." Violet didn't respond, instead, she was watching her as though she will devour her. "I have the capability to fire you."

Natasha wore a Chanel-style suit, and wherever she went, there was a pleasant fragrance in the air. But this fragrance was the scent of perfume, Dawson thought, not as pleasant as the one on Lorraine. Damn, why am I thinking of her again? "Mr. Mercer," Natasha greeted. Then she sat next to Ryan, intimately linking her arm with his. "Mr. Mercer, is your wife doing well?" "Mrs. Mercer was really a nice person, and if you don't mind, I would love to be friends with her." Natasha was a bit scheming. She thought that Lorraine had no significant background and could be recognized by the Mercer family, and was also the legitimate wife.

“Learn to enjoy the perks.” I stared at her, hollow, my chest on fire. For half a second, I had forgotten, forgotten that in exchange for losing Olivia, I had signed myself over to this viper. Natasha smiled, wide and cruel, like she was attending a celebration instead of my funeral. “Cheer up,” she teased, crossing her legs, her perfume curling into the suffocating air between us. “You’ve just secured your throne. You’ll marry me. Daddy will be pleased. And you know how it goes…” She leaned closer, her lips brushing dangerously near my jaw. “Julian always gets what he wants.”

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

“ After all this dressing, I’m just gonna sit here and wait to be called out like a dog? No way! “ he hmphed and crossed his arms aggrievedly. But regardless of his unhappiness, he didn’t leave his room rather he sat his round buttocks on his bed angrily as he waiting to be called. His phone buzzed , he picked it up and glanced at it, it was a notification of the most trending topic on newstip, a blog he followed. It’s headline: The most handsome Widower in the Elite party! This is a click bait Bash gladly fell for and wasn’t disappointed as he saw various pictures of Storm in his suit. His mouth dropped to the ground, he thought this man was handsome but this is just above human beauty, he

After a long day, miss purple went back home, ate like a glutton and slept as early as 7pm. On the other side, Natasha was celebrating her wedding function and it felt like the happiest day of her life but for Zain, it was the worst day of his life...he couldn't even hide his displeasure for a second. "Honey, why do you sit all alone here, come lets dance...i mean everyone expects the new mr and Mrs williams to dance" Natasha said excitedly with her big belly. Zain treated Natasha like thin air, completely ignoring her. "Come on, its our wedding day, will you ignore your wife like this?" Natasha spoke again.

All that matters is saving her sister at any cost. Picking up her bag, Natasha took one last look at herself in the mirror. Light makeup with cherry painted lips. She gave herself a bright smile. Even though she fails tonight, it should be on record that she tried. After checking herself and making sure she was fully covered, she walked out of her room. Tiana's mouth fell open when she saw Natasha walk out of her room. She gave her a thumbs up. “You nailed the makeup.” Natasha smiled at her and hugged her before leaving. She hailed a taxi to Ice five-star hotel where the party for the rich was taking place. She has to thank Tiana again for helping her get an invitation.