روايات وقصص ضمن Natasha Nice Widow

Alec’s smile froze. “Extravagant?” “Yes,” I continued, deliberately painting the picture slowly. “A large hall, the best catering service, gold-themed décor, real roses flown in, expensive outfits, the finest musicians… everything perfect.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Th-that’s… a lot, Alira.” “Of course,” I said sweetly. “Marriage is once in a lifetime, isn’t it? We should do it right.” His face began to pale, his fingers twitching slightly.

She quickly grabbed the money and kissed it, then rose to her feet and walked away, towards the cabin corridor. I knew she was going to take a shower. I would too, if I let someone piss all over me. This game was insane, and out of everyone, I seemed to be the only one unamused by it. "We're moving on to the last round of the game," Lil Cash announced, "Greg and Natasha, you're up." Natasha was a brown-skinned, beautiful lady who looked to be from the Caribbeans. She was wearing a cute butterfly mask on a perfectly made-up face. Her hair had cowries interwoven with her dreadlocks, giving her an exotic look.

"Get up, wife. I'm hungry, let's eat downstairs. I've reserved a seat. Come on." After showering, I put my hair down and then curled the bottom of it. I only wore white off shoulder with gold necklace, blue fitted jeans and flat shoes to match him. I belive that later some woman will approach him, thinking he was single so it would be better if we were wearing the same clothes. I caught up with him in the living room talking to a woman. She looks familiar. Suddenly, my vision darkened and my head felt hot. Who is this caterpillar?

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

“You have no right to insult me, Mr. Eddy Gracias! If you don’t want me to go with anyone, just say it. Don’t you ever insult me…” “Or else what? Tell me! You’ll report me? To whom? Don’t you dare get on my nerves, woman. You are still indebted to me. Think before you act! That’s all I want from you. You are married, either contracted or not! You need to be wise about it!” Natasha gulped and looked away. Tears heated her eyes but she tried so hard not to show weakness in front of Eddy. She felt she sold her integrity to a man because of a stupid mistake she made.

"Isn't it exciting? Rumor has it that Lord Cyrus has set out a huge amount of money so that his only daughter, Cynthia, will enjoy her big day." I felt like I was struggling to breathe, but Zoe didn't seem to notice. She continued to talk about the wedding and how she wished she could have that kind of wedding herself. "Natasha, are you okay?" Zoe looked at me concerned. "I'm tired." "Okay, I think it's time for me to leave so that you can get some rest," she said. She helped me lie down and then collected my empty plate. She stared down at me with concern painted on her face.

He had to hear this. He picked up on the third ring. “Josh?” His voice sounded heavy with sleep. “Leo, wake up,” I said, still laughing. “You’re not going to believe what just happened.” He groaned. “You sound drunk. What now?” “I saw Slyvester’s wife Natasha today. She used to be my ex,” I said proudly, leaning back. “She came to me. You hear that? She came to me. Handed me money like the old days. Told me she wants out from Sylvester.”

The name landed like a landmine. “Who’s Natasha?” Isabella asked again, but this time softer. Like a fear that had found its voice. Isabella blinked. “Who’s Natasha?” Damian didn’t answer. Eva turned to Isabella. “Ask him what happened to the last girl who trusted him. Ask him… what he did to her.” She paused in the doorway, her voice a whisper. “Then decide if you still want to be the next one.” The door shut quietly behind her. Silence.

She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?" I stayed quiet. She used to say she did not want anything fancy for the holidays, just a homemade meal from me. Nonetheless, that was a long time ago. People would change, and clearly, she had forgotten everything she once said. As the heiress of the Bates family, Natasha had men constantly pursuing her even after our marriage. She had always ruthlessly rejected them all. Yet, Stanley was different. He was her childhood friend and male best friend, a few years younger than her, with youthful energy that effortlessly drew her attention.

“So, is this the other reason for your visit? You would rather have me, not an arranged one.” “No offence to your cousins, but I’d rather have the OG black widow. She knows what I’m like, what I like and knows how to keep up, plus I know how deadly she can be. She may not want to be in the life, but she would make a perfect Donna.” He says, flashing an all-knowing smirk, making me roll my eyes and smile. His expression changes to a serious one. “Eva, it may be time to let everyone know. I know your uncle was a nasty motherfucker and all that, but…”