روايات وقصص ضمن Novel Milea

Mikhail The ride back to the penthouse was silent except for the hum of the engine and the sound of rain that had started to hit the windshield. Liliana sat beside me, staring out the window at the dark Moscow streets. Her hands were folded in her lap, but I could see them trembling slightly. “Do you realize what you just did?” I finally asked. She turned to look at me. In the dim light from the street lamps, her green eyes looked haunted. “I made a deal to save our lives,” she said quietly.

Miley's POV: Nico’s fingers were still laced with mine as he stepped forward, his voice calm but dangerous. “Let me be very clear,” he said, looking around the room. “Miley doesn’t need this company. She never did. She has more offers than she can count. In Milan, in Florence, even in my own houses.” A murmur stirred at the mention of Italy. He went on, his tone sharpened like a blade. “But this company? It’s drowning. And the only reason it’s still afloat is because she chose not to let it sink. She’s attached to this place. To her mother’s legacy. She’s trying to save it.”

Miles didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he doesn't even have a high status in society, nor does he even have a complete family, Apart from his link to the Agora family of Manila City, he doesn't know anything about himself, and the Edward family too, that he read from Madam Vanessa's diary. “I want to ask you a question, do you know the story the murals are trying to pass?” Miles asked tentatively. The Head of the Clan shook his head, “I don't dare step into the room, you are the only person who could” A look of disbelief etched on Miles's face, he didn't believe what the Head of the Clan told him.

She was also, I would later learn, a master manipulator who'd spent years perfecting the art of playing the victim. "You must be Lila," she said when Miles brought me to meet her at the Morretti family home for the first time. Her voice was soft, almost childlike, with a slight tremor that suggested nervousness or fragility. "Miles talks about you constantly. I feel like I already know you.

Jill reminded. "Okay. I'll call Mom tomorrow." I kept up a smile. My sister was such a hands-on mom now. "Get some sleep." "Bye. Love you." After she ended the call, I opted for a quick break. I rested my strained back and legs on the bed while idly browsing online. For a few minutes, my fatigued mind enjoyed having nothing to memorize verbatim. It only took me a few taps to find Miles' private profile. No recent photos of him. Only pictures of unfinished paintings he'd posted some months ago. Still got thousands of fans. I shut my eyes to concentrate.

Few minutes later I saw a waiter pushing a tray of food towards us, God No! What's Miles doing? when he got to our table he stopped then placed the tray of food on our table. I opened mine after Miles had opened his even though I was very hungry . "Spaghetti and steak?" I said out loud. "What? you don't like it?" Miles asked. "No, nothing" I said. The meal wasn't the problem it was the price like who hates spaghetti and steak I'm not vegan but a meal like that for $300. Mia it's just a gift I said to myself .

FELIX Through my findings at the Library of Magic, along with Lady Isabella’s covert research at the Bensons’ house in America, we were able to pinpoint Mila’s birthplace: the seaside village of Beauveis. As soon as I departed the library, I started heading to the sea.

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she called out in an innocent voice. “Si?” the Spanish woman who worked for the Mileses answered as she came to the door. Layla’s little girl was peeking behind the woman’s leg. “Hi, I’m Margo. I live in the light brown house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I was wondering if I could come in and chat with Layla for a minute.” She could hear Damien’s Denali pulling out of the driveway. “Of course, come in,” the woman said jollily.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.