روايات وقصص ضمن Natasha Nice Widow

We were going home. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a message from Victoria. Instead, a news alert filled the screen. **BREAKING NEWS: Natasha Winters Arrested for Attempted Murder** I clicked on it, my heart hammering. *Natasha Winters, 28, heiress to the Winters fortune, was arrested early this morning on charges of conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder. Sources close to the investigation report that Winters planned to eliminate Elena Sterling, wife of billionaire CEO Calloway Sterling.*

But my mind was somewhere else. Who had she spoken to last night? What plan was she talking about? Was her husband Ray even real? Athena whispered, Do not trust her smile. “I won’t,” I thought. Natasha suddenly stopped in front of a shop. “Oh look!” she said. “That emerald green dress is beautiful.” The dress hung in the window. It was elegant and bright. “I want to try it on,” she added. “It would look good on you,” I replied politely. We went inside.

I nodded again and went through the wedding dresses that Priya sent me, she was doing an Indian wedding and I already told her that she should get us cool Indian dresses as bridesmaids. We stopped at the shop and went inside when an old lady came forward and hugged Nathan causing my eyebrow to raise. “Hey Natty... what are you doing here?” “Nat’s getting married Rosie. We are here to pick up a dress for her and a tux for myself.” She started cheering and then looked at me smiling. She came forward and pulled my cheeks. I smiled uncomfortably while Natty chuckled. “Who is this pretty lady?” “She is my wife, Anastasia.” The woman gleamed with happiness.

"I only recognize Regulus as my mate. While he lived, I was his Luna. Now that he's gone, I won't attach myself to another male." The hall fell silent for a moment. Elder Matthias' brow furrowed deeply, but he eventually relented. The council had no authority to force a loyal widow to stay. The transfer order was approved and pushed across the table toward me. It was a single flimsy sheet of paper, yet it carried more weight than three years of marriage. When I returned to the estate, I immediately spotted "Lawrence Thornfield" on the terrace. Alice Moreau was nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing along his throat as she laughed with seductive charm.

“You’re here for money, aren’t you? Here’s one million dollars. Take it and get out of Willa’s life.” Jenna leaned out from behind Eleanor and added sharply, “I suggest you take the money and leave. Cross the Sedgewick family, and you won’t last a day in Jentworth!” When Natasha reached out and took the black card, the Sedgewick family members immediately broke into contemptuous smiles, as if they had expected nothing less. However, the next second, a sharp crack rang out as she snapped the card in half with her bare hands and threw it back at Eleanor’s face.

Angelica sat near the window and stared at the horizon watching the sunset. The women dying in her town seemed to stop for some time and then start again. She didn't only have the townspeople to worry about now, but also a killer roaming free and killing women of her age. She wasn't safe anywhere. Hopefully, soon she would be married and move to the other side of the town, where Lord Scott lived. Natasha would let him know she agreed to the marriage. The door to the room was opened after a knock and Natasha stepped inside. She had a frown on her face. "Sir Shaw is here looking for you," she said.

She asked, a smile that doesn't reach her eyes evident on her lips. I was too stunned to utter a thing. Once, she was so beautiful. So beautiful that any man would bow just to be with her. But now, that beauty was gone. "Look at what he did to me, Natasha..." her voice softened as she stepped closer until we're just a breath away. "Look at what he did to my face. He didn't just take away my dignity as a woman, but my whole life." "Wha-- Michael would never do that--"

That way no one would guess that under the polyester waitress uniform and plastered on smile was Detective Natalia Morozova, from the federal undercover. But here, I wasn’t Natalia I was Alina Sokolov, an overworked waitress at Dmitri’s, the city’s most exclusive and expensive Russian restaurant this is the kind of place where one bottle of vodka cost more than my monthly rent, and where every guest here is from a high profile and rich family. I started walking towards table seven to deliver they orders but as I moved closer to table seven, my heart beat was increasing, I can't fuck up tonight this might be my only chance to get this close to him.

Too tired to fight back against Liam’s provocations, so the best choice was to let him talk to himself. His words still hovered in my mind. You’re just my daughter’s nanny. I should be used to it, I should know I couldn’t expect anything different from Liam Blackthorne. But it hurt. It hurt as if he had torn a piece out of me. But what can I expect? I really am nothing more than the useless employee of an arrogant, widowed billionaire.

he continued, “then she has been close enough to hear us, copy Adelaide’s voice, reach St. Agnes, and leave before Theodore could follow.” Violet remembered the woman in the trees. Dark coat. Blue ribbon around her wrist. Teddy was always easy to train. She swallowed. “What does she want?” “My mother never wanted one thing,” Gideon said. “That is what made her useful.” “To who?” “Alistair. Briar. The Widow’s Fund. Families who needed girls to become someone else.” Theodore’s voice was low. “And now?” Gideon did not answer. Violet did. “Now she wants to finish a file.”