Simone Elise Colt Novels & Stories

Emilia Peyton. Her clothing only made her figure more prominent, although I couldn’t see her face clearly, I could already tell that she was a fine woman. I had never seen a woman show you for a business meeting looking like a spy. I guess I might have misjudged her. I smile to myself but quickly cover it up before anyone could notice. She was on a black turtleneck crop sweater paired with a black high waist trouser, black boots to match. Even with every inch of skin in her body apart from her face, covered, she still looked undeniably sexy.

" Marco " Maximo called firmly. He was sitting on one of the chair behind the computer in the colly room. Everyone was there , silent and in order. On the screen of numerous computers that was in the colly room all were displaying konstantin's lair. Thanks to the secret camera that was installed inside iris's neck.

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Carl glanced up casually, but his gaze was intense and possessive. Renee looked stunning in a crimson cocktail dress with a brown leather belt. Her porcelain skin and elegant figure caught everyone's attention. She wore a delicate platinum chain around her slender neck, its subtle sparkle seeming to emanate from her skin, captivating everyone. Mrs. Simmons, Yvette Williams, noticed Carl's gaze and set down her teacup with unnecessary force, causing a clink that drew everyone's attention. Adjusting her branded silk shawl, Yvette turned to Susanne with a polished smile, her narrow eyes betraying a hint of mockery.

His voice barely above whispers as he steps down the stairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. "The marriage will hold." "Congratulations Miss Daisy for winning my son's heart." Mr Gilbert Roberto said, as he shook Daisy Hunter's hand smiling gleefully. "Gilbert! What's the meaning of this…"

I said just as the door burst open and Elena stormed in, flushed, upset… and somehow still breathtaking. Only Elena could look like that and still radiate power. It didn’t take much to guess—Nichole must’ve tried to keep her from barging in. She saw Elena as a threat, and maybe I’d allowed that line to blur too much. “She’s misunderstood her place,” I muttered under my breath. “Oh wow… you look even more stunning in person,” Colton said, clearly impressed. Elena turned to him with a look she reserved for fans she’d rather avoid. “Pardon my manners,” Colton said, extending his hand. “Colton. DeLuca’s younger brother.”

Sebastian Whitmore. “I… Are you serious? This isn’t funny, Colette.” She held my hands tighter, her eyes pleading. “I have proof, Ms. Eloise. Ashton Savarre isn’t your husband. He’s just your friend—your co-worker. You’re the lead designer at Savarre Studio. You’re married to Sebastian Whitmore, a businessman. You grew up in an orphanage—you were even sponsoring it after your success. You’re Eloise Everheart, wife of Sebastian Whitmore.”

“If you want my advice, I’d leave before Felix sees you. Clearly, you weren’t invited.” Simone’s laugh was icy, but Raine’s poise remained steady, unnervingly calm. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Simone?” she asked softly, tilting her head with a faintly mocking smile. “Oh, wait—I get it. No man tonight? Still chasing that Italian guy you’ve been after for three months—the one who can’t even remember your name?” “Shut up,” Simone snapped. Raine sighed theatrically, her smile sharp as a blade. “I may be pathetic, but at least my last name is Morel. You, on the other hand—cling to men like gum on a shoe. The sad part? They don’t even notice you’re there.”

He reluctantly agreed. The weekend and my last three days flew by. I had secretly been handing work off to others without them realising it, along with taking a little bit more of my personal item's home each night with me. I didn’t want a fuss, I wanted to just leave. Everyone was still suspicious, and Elise made it very clear she had received her letter. I had managed to convince her not to tell the others about mine.