The Viscount Who Loved Me Wikipedia の小説・ストーリー

Fussing with her shawl and pulling her dainty marigold gloves on she looked up at me with cold, unfeeling eyes. “I saw him yesterday. At 18 Baker Street if you must know. He was perfection, but just like you, love does not conquer status. I shall be the next Viscountess Clyde and ensure that vile Adaline Churchill has only a fleeting victory.” Such a vicious, ruthless streak scared me. I saw a younger version of my mother emerging. Her teachings had not been for nothing after all. With deliberate calculation she had lied to me about James, her honour had been traded for a cheap thrill.

“How did you know? I didn’t think you cared at all…” “Enough. Just tell me what you found out about Count Clovis and his lover”. As Ivan sat down again, Basil regained his composure and stood up. Holding back his tears, he took a paper from his pocket and talked. “The reason why that woman became Count Clovis’ lover is because he is Viscount Olbach’s distant relative. The viscount remarried some years ago and Patricia served his wife as a servant”. Basil stopped for a moment to wipe his tears.

"This beautiful day is to celebrate my engagement to the best man, the most wonderful of men." Lucky watches, trying to blend into the background, but it’s impossible. Alicia continues, her voice a mixture of sweetness and deceit. "You see, the first time I met Lucky, I knew he was the one for me. Oh boy! The butterflies! He's such an amazing person, and we've shared so many great moments and memories together. I'm so excited that he's the person I get to call my husband." Lucky marvels at how effortlessly the lies pour from her lips. She was even worse than he could have possibly imagined.

He’d worship her night and day, and she would be blissfully happy. Then again, she hadn’t once met a married couple that lived blissfully happy, so perhaps her dream was slightly far-fetched. Nevertheless, she wanted a man she could love. Viscount Lockwood wasn’t that man. He’d shown her a little kindness since meeting him, but she feared he’d turn back into the greedy, selfish monster she’d heard so much about. At least she held her memories close of being with a man so tender and caring, she thought love had entered her heart. Maybe it had for a day or two, but no more. It was gone now, never to return.

She looked away knowing she was lying through her teeth and even if the older woman was not there to call her out on her lies she felt awful still. It began to slowly drizzle, she thought about leaving but deep within her she knew she had a lot to say still to Mrs Denver, so she sat put in silence and pulled out the crescent moon necklace that hung around her neck and twirled it around her fingers. “I would never understand why you gave me such a valuable gift, it was precious to you, you held on to it for so long now...You and Sir William were so much in love with each other, some of us can only hope for that kind of love in our lifetime. You loved him so much, many years after his demise h

His task had been to court Carlie, and after my marriage, arrange an accident for her, with the queen’s help. Love? What are you talking about? How could I love a bastard’s whore? An assassin? Well...the viscount just couldn’t stand that—that vulgar girl wasn’t even a virgin. I still have no idea how I was able to hold back. I’m pretty sure that I shaved some enamel from my teeth, that’s how hard I ground them. I didn’t tighten the garrote, however. Instead, I gently smiled at the viscount. “Dear boy, from now on, you’ll have to worship at Carlie’s feet. Keep in mind, that you and your family are only alive as long as she is.”

The Viscount, seemingly a bit tipsy, ignored my inquiry and continued to his ramble. “You know, Duchess Fortess, you got creativity in you. And it is something that I always wanted to have. You get to invent that turbine thing during the Hunting Festival, and that candle that you sell. I always loved people who are creative and get to make things out of the ordinary things in life. I really liked that.” The Viscount’s words slurs bit by bit and he was getting drowsy, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier by the second. “I would really like to… invest… in your… projects, Duch---” and then, the Viscount fell asleep. I do not know how to process the situation, even more so while also being ti

Though the love from Rayn started as Lust and greed but with time he showed he can be better person and his love for his wife Aurora is about lust anymore he fall for her without his knowledge. Here the end of the story -HIS LUSTFUL LOVE ..........THE END...........

“Don’t get me wrong. I love being Mrs Lorenzo, it’s just…you know, people seeing me like a celebrity or someone very important when they don’t actually know me. It’s like being Mrs Lorenzo is a title, and I find it unpleasant.” I can’t relate. Things she seems to hate are the things most people of her status seem to love. When I said she’s different, this is what I mean. Some might think she married Lorenzo because of his wealth, and here she is saying she feels uncomfortable because of Lorenzo’s wealth. She’s interesting, and I want to know more about her. If she hates things like this, then what does she love? She still gets excited about a million dollar car, when she has a lot of millio

Cry out for help, but her throat’s all closed up. Tears began to stream down her face, which the stranger wiped away. “I know, I know,” he said while doing so, “I’m so happy I could cry too.” He chuckled as her vision cleared for a moment for her to see his face. At first, Andrea thought she had never seen this person. Then it clicked, just this afternoon. The man in the blue jumpsuit that the guards introduced as the handyman. “Vis?” She blurted out. Vis let out a shaky breath, “You recognized your lover. Oh, Andy. I knew you always loved me.” He got her to sit up by the headboard and hugged her tightly.