Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

When everyone turned their back, she was the one coming to cook him pasta. “Why are you doing this, Simone?” “Doing what?” “You know what? Aren't you angry? Shouldn't you be upset.” “Oh I'm upset. Very very upset. My life is kind of flipped on its head right now and I kind of hate Wren with all of this. I can't help it. But then, I also had a part to play in this mess and I know that. Her being Ellington's daughter? I mean, I messed up big time. She wouldn't have decided to do any of this if we all treated her well from the beginning.” She sighed. But then, afterall, you’re my brother, and I'm on your side.” Then she went forward and hugged him tightly.

I wasn’t disgusted by that thought, until now. “I think I’m missing one more thing,” his voice snapped me out of my daze. “Which is?” I asked, trying hard not to sound weak or broken. He glared at me firmly, calculating, but that cruel smirk curling on his lips was visible. “I, Lucian Maxwell, soon-to-be Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, reject you, Isabella Montero, as my mate and Luna,” he declared, much to my chagrin. “And I, Isabella Montero, accept your rejection,” I blurted out firmly, despite the sudden pain that struck my chest.

What did he want her to say? Elena’s fists clenched and unclenched by her side as she stared at the arrogant man before her. So much for first impressions. She rolled her eyes, her jaw set, as she glanced away from Alex and back at Thomas. “With all due respect, Thomas is my student. It isn’t proper to…to live with him, or whatever you’re implying.” She stuttered as she could visibly see Thomas’s smile falter. “Miss Elena, please. Don’t you want me to get better?” The young boy asked, his eyes glossy with tears. His bottom lip trembled, even as he gripped the blanket draped over his fragile body tightly.

She’s usually just tucked in our office in Milan, but now she’s here. “Elena!” Simone greets in that smooth accent of hers, running over to kiss me on both my cheeks. “You look wonderful! I know you didn’t expect to see me here, but your partner here wanted me to make your next launch myself. Don’t trust your own makers here?” she asks Tristan. Tristan puts on his charm and kisses Simon’s hand. “I could never. Not after I saw what you can do.” Simone blushes and winks at me. My heart sinks in horror.

Determination mingled with sorrow as she made up her mind that evening to make a drastic decision when everyone was asleep. "At least I'll be happy again, reunited with Mom. I won't feel any more pain," she said, mustering a sad smile as she slowly wiped away her tears and made her way to her small, folded bed. ********* Meanwhile, in Italy, Natalia lay on her bed in her husband's mansion, after the scene broke out at "De Santos Chop Restaurant." Her body was hidden beneath the dishevelled duvet, and in scorching pain from her scalp, Caleb nearly ripped her hair off her scalp at the restaurant. Tears streamed down her face, as was her routine, and the door remained locked.

What the others didn't know was that Greyson had entrusted her with a mission. There were fifteen evils, not including the old witch Xima, spread all over the island, and her duty was to uncover and put an end to their torment. A normal person wouldn't be able to subdue them easily, but what the officials didn't know was that she was born on a lunar eclipse, and she had a very resilient horoscope.

Vivienne slept on the couch, her face finally still. “They’ve staged every interaction,” Penelope muttered. “The show, the necklace, even the ‘rescue.’” “They used Vivienne as performance,” Isolde said, throat raw. “And they’re not finished.” “No,” Dorian agreed. “But we’re not helpless anymore.” He looked at them both. “We hit them next.” Isolde’s fingers hovered over the list of names. She traced one: Dominic Wade – Client #0062. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Simon removed his c*ck from Isabella's mouth, looking into Isabella's red eyes "Tell her to open her eyes" Without needing to be told twice "Please open your eyes, do you want him to kill me? I don't want to die like this" Isabella said with hot tears. Hearing that, Imogen opened her eyes and her gaze meet Simon's. "You disobey me again, I guess I just have to kill to make you suffer more" He threatened and raised Isabella by choking her, he also stood to his feet. Isabella holds Simon's hand, trying to escape from his grip, while Imogen struggle with the chair she was tied to, wanting to free herself and help Isabella.

The living room fell silent almost instantly. Simone sneered; she hadn't expected anything less. "I'm also a Bloom. Why don't I have the rights you have?" she questioned. "What exactly is your plan, Simone? Where did you get this absurd idea from?" Elias barked coldly. He no longer recognized this daughter of his. Things felt like they were spiraling out of his control.

And immediately the call dropped, I was called out. I got to the store and I met Mrs Grace Bailey—the billionaire’s mom and I must say she’s the nicest woman after my mom that I’ve ever encountered. She’s filled with happiness and humility. And Lisa Bailey,his younger sister, as innocent as she looks, a very funny and kind hearted woman. I fitted three gowns before I could pick one. I was amazed and excited by how I looked, I didn’t realize I had such hidden beauty in me.