Novel & Cerita Simon Rich The Last Girlfriend On Earth

Raising his hand slightly, he said to Ash, "My woman isn’t here. Would you mind helping me find her?" Ash remained composed. "I've looked and can confirm that your... friend is not here." "Not a friend, but my girlfriend," Simon emphasized. Charlotte closed her eyes, feeling the chilling atmosphere beside her. Ash continued, "Whether she’s a girlfriend or a friend, I'm sure she's not here." Everyone was speechless hearing his words. Simon chuckled and leaned back, crossing his legs casually. "Alright, if she's not here, so be it." He looked at Griffith and said, "Great women always attract attention."

She wanted all the glory and beauty the world had to offer. So when she learned I was happy, she sent our father to find me, to get close to my home, to take everything I had. I never imagined my gentle, kind sister could be this monstrous. I was shaking with rage. Before I could collect myself, she dug her nails into my arm and threw herself into the pool. And that scene was witnessed by the Gambling King—the patriarch of Loween City's most powerful dynasty. Struck by Vivian's beauty, the old man's lust got the better of him. He demanded she become his thirteenth concubine.

In another, on the stage of our wedding venue, Luna smiled in delight as she accepted a rose from Lucien, who was kneeling on one knee before her. There was even footage of the bridal suite I had personally decorated. The satin sheets were left in complete disarray. In the video, Lucien's camera swept across the floor, revealing a pile of discarded condom wrappers. "I'll clean everything up after Luna falls asleep." He even added a playful emoji. He acted like a shameless third party with complete confidence. "Julian, Luna is a successful CEO. Of course she wants to keep a younger guy on the side. "She doesn't even want to touch you, but every time she's with me, we stay together until the m

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

George nods, trying to keep a straight face, Ben and Charlie smirk and glance at each other, “Serena and Connor, our witch contingent, they should be together but Serena’s being a dick about it.” “Hey.” Serena says, crossing her arms, “No fair, sis. We’re just friends and you know it.” Conor sighs and drops the bags he was carrying. George knew that look, Connor was in love with Serena, it’s so obvious. How she isn’t seeing it is beyond him, Eliza rolls her eyes and nods, “Yeah, yeah. And this is Simon, my boyfriend, and our tech guru.” Simon waves, and George tilts his head at his prosthetics but nods.

Simon, who had never replied to any of the messages in the group chat before, suddenly resurfaced. When everyone saw that it was indeed Simon who had replied, they hurriedly took his side. "Exactly! How could Simon ever date that bitch of a woman anyway?" Simon sent a text, saying, "I've only been in love with one woman my whole life, and that's Kimberly." Seeing that, everyone else in the group started singing praises about Simon and Kimberly being the perfect couple and saying that they had been born to be together. "Happy now?" Simon asked, hugging Kimberly closer to him. "I've never liked Quinn. You know that, Kimberly."

“You’re late.” “Traffic,” I lied, before turning to Carolyn. “This is Carolyn Okoli. My friend.” My father’s eyes narrowed. His handshake with the senator beside him paused for a beat. Just long enough to signal: this wasn’t in the plan. Carolyn smiled, polite and composed. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Thank you for having me.” My mother gave her the once-over. “Of course, dear. What a lovely dress.” Translation: Not designer. Not expensive enough.

"It's just that... If you tell me who she is, maybe... I could... If there's no impediment... Well, maybe she'll accept to be with you..." Simon's expression closed for a moment, then suddenly he let out a dry laugh, lay back on the bed, and fixed his eyes on the ceiling. Emptiness filled both of them as they disconnected so abruptly. "You're incredible," Simon said in the acid tone he hadn't used with Perez for a long time. "Always so sweet, a true little angel. And what would you do after that? Look for another lover or go back to your old life of sanctity?" He turned his head to look at her with latent disgust. "Let me guess: You'd humiliate yourself at Nathaniel's feet."