Novel & Cerita The Diva

Juliana should just tell me she was indirectly punishing me for the sin I committed. Juliana and I decided to check the other section and that was when my eyes caught that black short sparkling gown with unique stones. Even Juliana approved of the dress immediately. I moved forward to see the dress properly, my hands falling on the stones, but someone flung my hand off the dress. I looked up and it was no other person than Diva. Her eyes looked into mine, holding so much hatred she didn’t bother to hide. I just can’t stop running into this mini devil that calls herself Diva, I gritted my teeth.

"Just chilling. Thought maybe I could help." I smiled, genuinely thankful, and gently pushed the door open. Laughter spilled out from inside. "Man, only you could've pulled that off, Clement. Leaving Faye stranded in Svalmere—bet she cried her eyes out." "So, when are you bringing her back?" I gripped the door handle tighter when I heard Clement's slow, relaxed drawl. "What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff.

Liam: Good boy~~ Davi: I want a second divorce! ᕕ( ╯°□° )ᕗ

Dahlia’s shrill voice came through. "Bitch, you actually made my daughter kneel before you! Don’t you want to see your old grandpa alive anymore? Do you believe I can kill him right now? You better admit you plagiarized Ariana and bow thirty times to her, or I’ll make sure that old bastard never sees the sun again! Did you hear me…" Ariana’s eyes widened in terror. Zoey had put the call on speaker, and Dahlia, enraged by the earlier scene, was spewing words without thinking.

"Yes! Ah! I’m yours! Jax! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm—AHHH! OHHHH! FUCKKK!" Diva’s body went rigid, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a violent, pulsating spasm. She let out a long, broken cry that dissolved into desperate whimpers. "Yesss... yesss... ahhh... don't stop... oh god..."

‘I don’t know them. She ignored that person. That person was angered and came over to question Nicole. “Nicole, are you deaf? I was just calling you. Didn’t you hear me?” Nicole sized up the woman in front of her. She was arrogant, snobby, and just average in looks. She gently hooked her lips. “Who are you and why should I listen to you?” Nicole’s disregard and contempt made the woman in front of her even more infuriated. “I’m Luna, the daughter of KXY Group’s Chairman from Korea. I just debuted in Mediania and sang many songs. You don’t know me? I have over 300,000 fans now!”

Shaking my head, I followed her downstairs to find out what her end game was because I couldn’t believe that woman would want a divorce. “ What’s the game, Arianna? Is it money you want?” I found myself asking her because I was fighting the urge to come to terms with what was on these pieces of paper. With her back towards me, she said, “ I don’t want your money; all I need is a divorce.”, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Is that so hard to believe? That I just need a divorce?” she asked me with a look of disbelief on her face.

She asked my mother politely. “Oh, my Goddess. Of course, you wouldn’t remember me. You’re so little when I first knew you.” My mother said with a smile. “I’m Melissa Vaughn. I met your mother when we went to visit her after Pandora was born.” “Wait. You’re Melissa Vaughn?” She asked in surprise. “Yes, that’s me.” Mom answered with a hint of pride in her voice. “Oh, my Goddess. You’re the one who saved my father and brother.” She exclaimed with appreciation in her voice. “Thank you so much for doing that.”

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Totally different persona when in front of the camera in his cooking shows. “Maybe it’s not obvious in him but Dad’s doing this for Mom. He wants to give honor to Mom since back then, Mom was a female rights activist. She would join rallies and scream at the top of her lungs the injustices that women experience in the male-dominating society,” Liam replied. Liam must have missed Priscilla so much. The symphonies of memory of Priscilla are surely strong and vivid inside his mind.