روايات وقصص ضمن Natasha Nice Widow

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.

Natalia's smile faltered for a split second before she regained her composure, "Well, let's just say I have a good lawyer and we'll deal with that later." Natasha looked unconvinced but chose to drop the topic for now, "Okay, well, let me know if you need any help with wedding planning." "Thanks, Natasha. I appreciate it," Natalia said before heading to her room to continue planning her perfect wedding and her financial future with Justino, As Natalia stood in front of her wardrobe, her friends knocked on the door and entered the room. "Wow, Natalia, your wardrobe is amazing! You have so many designer pieces in here," said one of her friends.

Nathaniel sat at a table in the back corner with five other men and they were all wearing suits that cost more than my car and they all stopped talking when I walked up. "Evangeline," Nathaniel said and he did not stand up. "You are late." "You did not tell me where I was going until an hour ago." "Details." He gestured to the empty chair next to him. "Sit." I sat down and looked at the other men at the table and none of them looked happy that I was there. "Gentlemen, this is Evangeline Harrow. Daniel's widow. She now owns thirty percent of Harrow Industries." One of the men leaned forward and he was older than the rest with white hair and a face that looked like it had never smiled.

someone immediately comes over and greets, looking at Natalie who is holding Oliver's arm and asks with a smile, "Is this beautiful lady Mrs. Windsor?" This person is a businessman from another city. The people in the circle had said that Mr. Windsor married Watson family's illegitimate daughter, a young model named Natalie, but this is the first time they have seen her. This illegitimate daughter is too beautiful and elegant! She outshines Hailey, the legitimate wife!

After eating, they chatted with each other. Cathrine Rodriguez, her name was. A childless widow who was abandoned by her husband. She inherited her ex-husband's entire estate, as he had no parents or relatives. On the other hand, she is the Owner of Beauty Dream PTE Ltd. A company engaged in the manufacture and marketing of famous cosmetics in America that she owned herself before marriage. Making her even more of a wealthy woman. Alex listens more than she talks. He only spoke as necessary and added some lies because he didn't want Cathrine to get suspicious. But Cathrine, a psychology graduate, easily guessed the lies Alex told. Even so, Cathrine refused to reveal them and chose to pretend

“Keep digging. I want everything.” Adrian nodded, then hesitated. “And about tonight… she won’t stop.” “She won’t,” William said. “But neither will I.” Across the city, in a dim apartment, Natasha stared at herself in the mirror, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She picked up her phone with shaking hands and dialed a familiar number. A deep voice answered. “It didn’t work,” Natasha whispered. “He still chose her. He humiliated me.” “Then we adjust,” the voice replied smoothly. “Your father will be pleased.”

Then, he exposed everything his father had done. The mistress died in a car crash while being taken into custody. Henry narrowly avoided prison by using his remaining influence, but he couldn't escape Lex's wrath. Now he lived his days like a stray dog, hiding in the shadows, barely getting by. The woman from earlier was one of Henry's lovers. After Henry fell from grace, she tried to leech off Lex. That's why she kept showing up—she wanted money. The little girl at her side did bear a resemblance to Lex. Given the blood relation, it wasn't surprising.

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A woman who never once had to wor

In many ways, it did. Julia Romano stood near the center of the room, accepting greetings from guests who seemed more interested in being seen with her than in supporting the charity event itself. She wore a fitted black gown that reached the floor and a simple diamond necklace that had once belonged to her mother. The necklace wasn't the most expensive piece she owned, but it was the one she wore whenever she needed a reminder of who she was. The daughter of a king. The wife of a king, she carried her elegance and beauty as part of her.

Someone suddenly says softly behind me and right then, I feel two arms wrapping around my waist. I turn sharply, seeing the culprit. Natasha Collins. Fuck. She is beautiful. Tall, blonde, and elegant in a white dress that probably costs more than most people's salaries. Her makeup is perfect. Her smile is perfect. Everything about her is perfect. But completely feels wrong to me. “Sebastian darling, I hve been waiting for you,” she says sweetly, leaning into me. “Natasha, I—” She tightens her arms around my waist and smiles wider. “I know these past few days have been difficult for you. But don't worry. I am here now. We are going to be so happy together.”