The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne の小説・ストーリー

He pulled his hair up and fastened it into a messy bun, the straggly bits he pushed behind his ears. "Mr Henderson, do you remember that silly little girl in Italy, the one who asked you if she needed lessons on how to do a blow job?" It took Nick a couple of seconds to make his voice work, and he was unbelievably shocked that his gorgeous shy girl had turned the tables on them. "Yes, Mistress, I remember." "Mr Swann," Millie's voice was slow, the tone of her voice was lower than she usually used, and it was precise. "Yes, Mistress,"

Vlora got seated on the sofa chair. A glass of wine in her left hand. "Thank you for messing up my deal? What intentions, sister?" He continued with a scoff, "Everybody is either a liar, cheater or with bad intentions. Right?" "Correct..." she spoke before shrugging her shoulders. "You want to see?" she asked and all he could do was to stare at her. _____________________________________ "Travolta, darling. could you help me with my luggage?" Melvin asked with a smirk. He was a handsome guy, his green coloured eyes always twinkled, he was either excited or plotting something. His dark brown hair messed up in spikes...he had fair skin, his muscles pumped up from his leather jacket.

I shook my head, "After Milo Megestanis died, his mate had an affair with a man named Roberto Benedetta and had a daughter called Milly-" "Roberto Benedetta...he works for the mafia. I'm sure of it," Leo interjected. "I'll get onto that in a minute," I said. "Anyway, the reason you don't know of this girl is that Max and his brothers have been keeping her a secret her entire life. And he's done a good job. Well, until during the war when I stumbled across her lost and alone in the woods. Long story short, we ended up bumping into Max and he told me there was something different about Milly and that no one can know about her. Then he disappeared into exile and I didn't see him at all until th

“You put all your attention on that bitch and her stupid club, and you forgot about me.” Brant tilted his head. “What happened?” His tone was calm, but I knew he wasn’t asking about her feelings—he wanted the facts. Melissa leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “Caught the motherfucker in bed with Trisha. The fucking bitch.” “Trisha Moretti?” Brant said it like a statement, not a question. Melissa scoffed, raising her eyebrows. Before anyone could say more, a woman walked in holding a bottle of wine—Brant’s favorite. She was older, with beautiful features, her long hair swept back neatly into a bun that showed off her sharp cheekbones. She wore the kind of expensive dress that whispered old mone

A relentless migraine throbbed behind my eyes, and I could only think about pouring myself a glass of wine—a little relief was all I wanted. As I stepped inside, I loosened my collar, already anticipating the moment I could pour myself a glass. Earlier today, I had received a call from Don Vittorio Moretti—Luciana’s father. With formal politeness, he invited me to dinner the next evening, as if it were just another routine gathering. But it was far from ordinary; he was set to introduce his new wife. From what I understood, she was the eldest daughter of the Serbian mafia—a woman without any suitors to claim her hand. So, Vittorio decided to step in, marrying her when she was due for wedlock

“We’ll be on our way now. I expect to hear back as soon as tomorrow.” I winked at Ariana and her cheeks immediately heated up. Matteo looked a second away from murdering me. His reactions to me fucking with him would never not be funny. “Let’s go, Mikhail.” I made my way out of the office with Mikhail hot on my tail. I could feel the glares of the Italians on my back as we headed for the front door. Too bad for them. I was having their princess whether they liked it or not. “Are you sure they’re going to agree? It doesn’t seem like they want to let go of her,” Mikhail said as I started up the car.

After pausing for a moment, she still opened the door and went out. When she returned to her office, Emilie was holding a phone to chat with Mia. Emilie said: "Rich men sure know how to play, that is to say, Melina suffered for others?" Mia replied: "Looks like this woman is his true love." She walked over. When she saw the photo on Emilie's phone, her face turned Osborn. In that photo, Rolando covered her head and pushed her into the carriage. Someone uploaded it to the internet.

“He's moved by the littlest things as long as they are intentional. The man was moved when I cooked him soup when he was sick.” “So, what do you have planned?” Melanie asked. “I'm going to need to make sandwiches and stop by the store for a few suppliers,” I said with a smile. “I have a date to plan.” *** “Melanie Guerra,” Melanie said to the bouncer going through the guest list. “This is my plus one — Mia. I RSVP’d about it.” The man went through the list. After spotting our names, he nodded and let us through the velvet. Melanie was wearing a beautiful black black dress that was at her knees. It hugged the top of her body and flowed around her waist. She matched it with silver heels and a

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos