Novel & Cerita Secrets Of The Southern Belle

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

"Forget about him? Can't you see what she brought home after he took her shopping? You want her to forget him? Really? Look at all of these Brie." "Yeah, I know they are mouthwatering but this is risky on every level...." "But I just want to have fun with him, it's not for the money." Belle reassured her cousin sister. Truly, she didn't care about his money, she could get use to the luxury associated with him but she could also do without it. All she wanted was him; his dick actually. She wanted that man who knew the right places to touch her to get her wet between her legs, that was what she wanted.

Sierra demanded as she stomped to Layke’s side, refusing to even cast a glance in Belle’s direction. Belle cocked her head as she studied the female, the girl might as well have been a living bratz doll. Over bleached hair, layers of fake tan and mountains of makeup, Belle couldn’t help but think about how the two of them were worlds apart. The girl turned to Belle, suddenly whipping her head in Belle’s direction as she felt her glare. Layke watched as Belle flashed the girl a warm smile, but there was a hint of sinister in that smile, something that warned Sierra she was treading on thin ice and she had better be very, very careful. Sierra’s focus quickly returned to Layke. “You’re marrying

“Perfect timing. Just the question I needed. I sent him lots of images—sexy, cute, gorgeous—you know how that is. ‘Am I that unrecognizable?’ I texted. He replied, ‘I don’t believe it. Send me a live video,’ with a pleading emoji. So, I did a boomerang video right there in the salon, with a wink and tongue out. And he went... ‘Beauty, you look gorgeous! How... what... are you for real? I don’t want to sound stupid, but I’m in love with your new look already. You look stunning. I broke up with Beyoncé. How about we meet up? I want to see you again.’” Mrs. Hills was sitting by this point. “My question is: why?” she asked. “Well, why not? I wanted to teach him a lesson. All I need to do is trap

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

"After years of success, you mean to tell me an ordinary blackmail from an ordinary secretary managed to manipulate you into sleeping with her?" "Amelia_-" "C'mon Ryan! Make it make sense!"

As soon as the rain stopped, she had something to do. Remembering how she had been not even a month before all the Onerea tales happened, she was not the same person. She noticed that there were things that now were in her imagination, that wasn't there before. She was wondering if her plan was going to work, after all, she didn't do much on what else to do to be of any help, and from one sick girl to another, it is nice to have someone that doesn't give up on trying to save you. And Solen didn't have anyone. She had chosen to keep the secret from her husband, and he was, Belle was almost sure, too guilty to see how his wife really was.

"No. If I will have you, it's going to be an affair. You and me." Andrius' words made Anya stilled. She was going to be the billionaire's secret affair. Why not?

Phil looked absolutely done with her. Unfortunately, several nearby staff members had already witnessed Belle diving under the table. Now they were all staring at her with deeply confused expressions, completely unable to understand why the future Mrs. DelValle was hiding beneath cafeteria furniture like a fugitive. Belle merely gaped at Phil while he stared back at her with a completely unamused expression. “You look ridiculous,” Phil whispered sharply. “Get out from there.” Belle immediately pouted before slowly crawling back onto her chair. The moment she straightened herself properly, she was met by Ethan’s highly amused gaze—the exact man she had desperately tried to hide from.

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t