روايات وقصص ضمن Natasha Nice Widow

Andrew replied calmly. Natasha batted her eyes, smiling seductively. "Don't be so modest, Mr. Lloyd. Even if it was luck, you're still a true hero. I've been a widow for so long, and I've never met such a capable young man like you. I hate to admit it, but I'm quite drawn to you." Natasha was indeed bewitchingly beautiful. Though she was older, her skin remained youthful and smooth, rivaling that of any young girl. More importantly, she possessed a mature allure that younger women lacked, making every movement captivating.

Given that Natasha was a defenseless orphan with no power nor influence, she had quite the nerve to insult Natalie. The head bodyguard hurried down from upstairs, followed by some of the other guards who had been searching the rooms together. "Ms. Lovelace, we've searched the entire building from top to bottom. There's really no one else here." "There's no one else?" Natalie's eyes widened. "How is that possible?" Natasha cast her a cold look. Shooting a hostile gaze at Natasha, Natalie asked cautiously, "Does that mean you are the wealthy person who bought a lot of herbs?"

Her fingers lift to my chin, tilting my face slightly like I’m something she’s inspecting. I stiffen instantly. “Look at you,” she murmurs softly. “All grown… and scheming. Doing things your own way,chasing your dreams” My jaw tightens under her touch. “Get to the point, Chloe,” I say coldly. She hums, ignoring my tone. “Alright then… brother.” Her gaze sharpens.“I’m here to ask about the little widow.” “And what about her?” I ask, my voice edged. She exhales slowly. “She really is his old lady. The lawyer confirmed it a few days ago—we can’t touch anything unless she allows it, I still can't believe Warrick did that to us.”

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

One month ago, when Natasha returned to the city of New York, she reconnected with her high school friend, Bianca, who happened to be Flora's assistant at the Davis Design Hub. And when her wedding approached, Bianca referred her to Flora, who could give her the best portrait she could ever desire. "You ruined my wedding with your referral. You must pay for this damage, Bianca." For one week, Natasha couldn't expose herself to the public. She stayed indoors and mourned the shame that the so-called richest billionaire had brought on her. Her wedding news was all over the internet with different captions that make her heart ache anytime she comes across them. She picked her phone up; her hands

An impulse that came naturally and that Ignazio couldn't resist. No one spoke; everyone remained silent, waiting. Then, some time later, people entered his father's room and took their respective positions. The conversations were nothing more than whispers. Ignazio felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and, knowing that the wedding would still take some time, decided to check it, thinking it might be an important message. How surprised he was to see the message on his phone. It was a message from Falisha, his cousin, sending a photo that left Ignazio speechless. It was a picture of Olivia, looking incredibly beautiful in a white gown with a crown adorning her head. Is this his future wife? Wh

"Mr. Wyne is the heir apparent to Zonda Group, a leading company of medical equipment in Amaron City. He adores you, and asked me to do him the favor of introducing him to you." It was always a pleasure to be flattered. Natasha flipped her long hair proudly. When she heard that Wyne had some status, she couldn’t help but feel smug. "He looks plain, but he has good tastes." Although these words were offensive, Natasha’s face was enough to excite Wyne. Natasha inherited Olivia's beauty, which was different from Christopher's cool handsomeness. Under the dim light, her delicate face was beautiful and seductive. Her suspender skirt outlined her graceful figure. She was a sexy wild cat, and he wa

The three appears distressed, but she was listening with her hands on her mouth while they were unaware that someone was hiding behind the door. It is the maid, who had come shortly after her father, was close enough to hear everything. Mrs. Mason grabbed her husband’s arms and said, “Let’s not worry about it for now. I’m attempting to save us from this mess.” “How—?” Natasha said, “I was gonna marry somebody powerful, Pa.” “I hope that you are not just talking about somebody else.” His father was quick to scrutinise. Natasha shook her head, “I’m not.” She didn’t press the point further because she already understood why he was speaking negatively of a few men. “I’m getting married to Ethan

"Riley, it's been long enough. You need to forgive me. Come home. Let's have a real family. Give Natalie a brother. A girl raised alone by her mother... what prospects will she have?" Rage boiled up in me, but before I could speak, Natalie—who had been listening outside—rushed in. She threw her small body against him. "You're a bad man! You're not my daddy! Go away! I only want my Mama!" My mother-in-law, who had previously tried sweet-talking me after the granddaughter's birth, now sneered, her mask of conciliation gone. "Useless, both of you! Son, come. There are other women. This one's probably barren for sons anyway."

I approached, ready to stand supportively at his side as requested. That’s when Natasha appeared. She moved through the crowd like she belonged in every shadow and spotlight, wearing a sleek emerald gown that hugged her figure and complemented her sharp features. Her hair cascaded in perfect waves, and her smile was predatory elegance. She carried two glasses of champagne, one clearly intended for Khalid. “Khalid,” she purred, sliding into the group seamlessly. “I brought your favorite—vintage Dom. You looked like you needed it after that intense discussion with the board earlier.”