The Viscount Who Loved Me Wikipedia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Amy came to me one day. It was days before the miscarriage happened. She was worried that you had an affair with Cecilia.” “What?! I had never contacted Cecilia anymore! The last time I contacted her was before I proposed to Amy to be my wife. I told Cecilia I wouldn’t see her anymore. That’s all!” Vivian let out a heavy sigh. “Amy also showed me the pictures of you and Cecilia in a hotel. It might be old pictures.” She furrowed her forehead while thinking. “Six pictures, yes, I remember it now. The setting of the pictures was one of our hotels.”

From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her. Many says this is not love, but this what I have. I am loving her the way I want to. Her humbleness, her selflessness makes me fall in love with her again and again and every time harder from before. Call it an obsession or whatever, I'll name it love. My love. Ha, mere ander hawas hai. After all she is my fucking wife. (yes I lust for her)

Valeria widened her eyes, and Matteo realized the mistake he had made. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I know I have nothing to do with this, and we don’t even know each other to have this conversation,” he realized that his words relaxed her muscles. Valeria seemed, now, comfortable in his presence. “No need to apologize,” she said, putting a strand behind her ear, “but I am invisible to him. Antony, even though he’s married to someone he doesn’t love, would never cheat on his wife, especially not with someone like me.”

However, the problem is I’m not rational at the moment; my head is already lightheaded from Clive’s warm touch and his hot breath that brushes my cheeks. Without saying anything, I nodded my head. My throat was drying to something, as it didn't even need a second before the once mysterious stranger that I only met in the bar, who turned out to be one of the powerful domain lords, claimed my lips and devoured them as though relieving his years of hunger.

Charlotte replied modestly. “Lady Charlotte Viscount, will you be my lover?” Confidently, Gabriel kissed the back of Charlotte's hand gently. Charlotte's heart was beating so fast that it wanted to fly freely in the air. Apart from being shot for the first time by a man, this is also the rarest moment in his life, namely being invited to be the lover of a Prince as well as his idol. The dream that he had been hiding all this time, finally came true without the need for a big struggle to get his heart.

Val reminisced. “Your wife?” I asked. “No. This was before my wife and God forbid if my wife ever hears this, but the woman from back then was my first love. Her name was Camille; Cami for short. She was so beautiful and I remember meeting her while I was a gladiator. She was a showgirl— back then being a showgirl meant dancing and performing for the king or the elite or just being around. It was love at first sight. I had just finished fighting five traitor soldiers; she was bringing the king food and we locked eyes. Then & there, that was my last fight. We ran away together and we had many adventures during the next five years,” Valkon began.

"Mistress, He is a prince from Africa. He came by dawn to speak to the Count." Wilhelmina knew her husband to be extremely hateful of visitors-especially the vampire kind-so she found it strange that he was actually discussing with one and considering the entire court had not turned into a house of mass hysteria, Wilhelmina was sure the visitor was alive and well. "Dress me," Wilhelmina ordered. "I would like to see this man for myself." Her maidservants immediately got to work, fastening the buttons at the back of one of the Countess's gowns and retouching her makeup. When they were done, Wilhelmina cast her gaze into the looking glass, She looked perfect.

return to Riverdale right when Duke needed someone. "Isn't it true you left Mr. Reynolds once before? Abandoned him for a wealthier man?" "Yes." "And yet you expect this jury to believe you came back out of love? Not guilt? Not some misguided sense of obligation?" "I came back because I had nowhere else to go." Valentina met Whitmore's eyes. "I stayed because I fell in love with Duke all over again. And I fought for him because he was innocent, and someone needed to prove it." "Or because you couldn't accept that the man you loved was guilty of murder?"

He scooped up her right hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a faint but heated kiss to her knuckles, and all the while his gaze was fixed on hers. "I am Viscount Sheridan." The name sent her reeling. This was the young viscount she'd studied fervently in Debrett's? The one whose name she'd heard mentioned in whispers by other young ladies. How he kissed like a dream and danced like a prince. She'd convinced herself he must be a fair-haired, fine-boned aristocrat prone to meticulous studies in a cozy library. She'd never been more wrong. Cedric was all vitality, all masculinity, and pure raw seduction. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, my lord," she answered, notably breathless. T