Tarnished X Melina Novels & Stories

LILIANA POV I felt my chest tighten after what I discovered. There are so many questions roaming inside my head. My past was full of darkness and sorrow. Could I handle all the truth? Xavier moved closer and held my chin to look him in the eyes. "Liliana, I am here to help you get through all of this. Yes, I admit I asked doctor Tien to give you medicines. Those medicines were not meant to help you remember the memories, it was intended to let you forget everything because I don't want you to recall your past. It was too painful for you Liliana," her voice broke. He hugged me and we both cried.

Breathe. “Listen,” I began, my voice trembling slightly despite my effort to sound steady. “I’m not this Catalina De Rosta or whoever you think I am. My name is Alzna. You’ve got the wrong person, okay? Let me go and you guys should find the real Catalina before you waste any more of your time.” He didn’t blink. A brief flicker of recognition crossed his gaze like he knew me too well, but it vanished quickly, replaced by a cold stare. The kind of look that made my skin prickle. It was as if he was deciding whether I was worth keeping alive.

"You think that kind of scandal will benefit us in any way? You have any idea of the danger you are running? You are risking yourself, yes, but you are putting me at risk too." I tried to keep my voice calm. "I'm not doing this to hurt you. This is my life, my profession. If I hide forever, if I allow others to distort the truth, then I'll never own who I am. Damian's stage is my moment. I must be truthful." His face clenched. "Truthful? Or selfish?"

"You let her hurt Lila's dog. You owe us an explanation!" Maya shot Kael a coquettish glare, then suddenly raised her hand and shook the object she was holding—a bloodstained collar, the very one I had put on Talon, still attached to his favorite little bell. Now the paint on the bell was chipped, and the leather was soaked with blood. She threw the bloodied collar onto the table in front of me with a dull thud, smiling with malicious glee, "Lila, look what this is? Your precious Talon didn't even leave a whole body behind in the end."

Not the face of other women I’d used to scratch an itch before. It was Melanie. Her laugh. Her fire. Her fucking stubbornness. The way her breasts moved as I inflicted pain on her. The feeling of her hands on my trousers and those eyes of hers that widened as I circled my tongue around her nipples. My jaw clenched. My hand gripped tighter, nails digging into Uriella’s waist as I kept slamming into her. Uriella’s moans grew louder but at some point they faded and the sound of Melanie’s soft whimper was all I could hear.

He had been with Frost long enough to know what that smile meant; somebody was about to get into trouble, very big trouble. "So what do we do?" Frost scratched his chin thinking of the best way to deal with this issue. Vinca needed justice even if she still couldn't remember everything that happened to her prior to him saving her. She had been hurt to the extent she still had nightmares and had to take anti-depressants whenever the headaches and nightmares became worse. He kept having a searing pain in his heart whenever she went through this and he had made it his mission to get revenge for her. Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when

the crowd roared in unison, lifting their glasses in absolute submission. Serena looked up at Victor, a genuine, beautiful smile breaking across her lips. Victor looked down at her, his eyes burning with an intense, unadulterated obsession that was completely terrifying and completely irresistible. As he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her swollen lips right in front of the entire underworld, Serena knew there was no turning back. She was no longer a Moretti. She belonged to the wolf, and together, they were going to burn her past to the ground.

Tell me. Ella: Black. Matching panties too. A lie — I wasn't wearing a bra — but the flirt felt right. My nipples were so hard now, rubbing against the t-shirt with every breath. Jax: Show me. My hands shook as I stood in front of the mirror again. I lifted the t-shirt slowly, exposing my bare breasts — perky, pink nipples tight from the cool air and the excitement. I snapped the pic — just my tits, no face — and sent it before I could chicken out.

Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face. "Bianca, where's the music?" I backed away, but one of the men grabbed my hair from behind and threw me onto the sofa. "The music? It's already ashes!" Bianca looked down at me, her eyes full of jealousy and malice. "You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!"

Her silk gown hiked up, exposing her thighs. "Xavier, don't... Maximilian is waiting downstairs," Elara pleaded, but her body trembled violently as Xavier’s hand began to explore the inside of her thigh. "Let him wait. Let him dream about legs that can walk and a manhood that can rise again, while his wife is in here moaning my name," Xavier stared into her eyes with pure obsession. "Tell me, Elara. Who is your true owner? That paralyzed old man, or me?" Xavier didn't wait for an answer. He silenced her lips with a kiss that was rough and demanding—a kiss fueled by revenge, hunger, and a love that had rotted into a dark obsession.