Novel & Cerita Say No More Mon Amour

Moreo slurred, almost too seductively. “Take your hands off me, idiot. I told you, I'm not stealing from Bishop and I'll never steal from him.” Synn suddenly blurted, regaining her boldness. “You don't have an option, Synn. You'll have to do it…” Moreo wasn't done talking when Synn cut him off mid-sentence. “I said no. I won't! I would never do it.” Synn yelled. I can imagine the kind of stare on her face right now. She must be enraged and I could tell she's wishing Monreo could just die right now.

You know you don’t want me to do that. Amelie: I absolutely want you to leave me alone. Jonathan: Not happening. Amelie: I’m blocking you. Jonathan: Open the envelope first. It will change your mind, sweetheart. I can’t wait to be with you. Amelie: I will NEVER be with you. Jonathan: We’ll see. Open the envelope, sweetheart. Amelie: Fuck you! I’m blocking you. Blocked him and threw my phone on the bed. What the fuck!

"Done. Now hurry up and leave. Don't disturb me." Joel smiled bitterly. "Don't you need to read what it says?" She replied, annoyed, "Aren't you just asking for money? What's there to read about?" Joel asked, "Do you think I'm asking you for money?" Rachel retorted, "Aren't you?" Joel growled, "I gave up my future and the chance to work abroad all just to stay by your side when you started your business. And now you're upset that I'm spending your money?"

“Do I need your permission?” “Of course you do,” he replied immediately. “You are not permitted to act. You will withdraw from that movie.” The words hit her like a slap. For a second, she wondered if she had heard him wrong. She stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was joking. He was completely serious. “Why?” she asked quietly. She pressed her hand against her chest as a dull pain started to form there. “You are a Whitemere,” he answered firmly. “And you cannot show yourself carelessly in public.”

“You think a few words will erase… everything?” “Yes,” I say, crisp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Yes, Mona. This is over. I have no interest, no desire, no curiosity left for you. You are not part of my life. You are not welcome in my life. And if you value the rest of your reputation in this town, you will leave, quietly, and without another attempt to push your way in.”

When our daughter was born and Mira showed no interest in taking care of her, I raised Lily myself and never complained. But this time, I shattered every version of me she thought she knew. "Grant Whitmore, Julian and I have known each other for more than twenty years. I am not cutting him off," she snapped. "And if you keep making me angry, I'll divorce you." I gave a cold laugh and raised three fingers. "In business, no one threatens me. I'll count to three." "One." "Grant, I'll tell your grandfather you cheated on me. I'll ask him to make this right."

He settled down in a chair opposite me. I looked at him with bored eyes. “I'm not your wife, Damien,” I told him, “you do not have to report your whereabouts to me.” “Aren't you sweet?” Damien blew me a kiss that was meant to mock me. “You know what you should do?” I said, “you should go to New York and never come back here.” “I know you're saying that only because you love me,” he said with a grin, “my flight leaves tonight. I thought I would see Penelope before leaving for New York.”

"Have you lost your mind? The wedding is one week away, and you're talking about breaking up? Men like Luca don't grow on trees." My father, Enzo, slammed his cane against the marble so hard the sound cracked through the room. "The Bellini-Moretti alliance is not a stage for your tantrums." He caught my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "You don't have Bianca's looks or Bianca's brain. Marrying into the Moretti family is luck you haven't earned." In the past, I would have swallowed every word and hoped obedience might earn a little pity. Tonight, I only watched them.

One month on an island cruise had earned Marie Anderson five hundred thousand dollars, and a secret that would refuse to stay buried. Marie thought she'd left billionaire CEO Andrea Forrester in her past. Two years later, she's rebuilt her life with a new boyfriend, Mark Forger. But the ghosts of her reckless decision have come out during the day. When Andrea walks into a gala she's attending with Mark, chaos erupts. Not just in public, but in her heart. And she realizes she had always carried a flame of that month they'd spent together burning inside her. Now caught between two men who will stop at nothing to keep her, Marie must decide who truly desires her as much as she desires him.