The Viscount Who Loved Me Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“Keep looking. I want everything about her—who she is, where she lives, the kind of things she likes, eats, wears. Everything. You understand?" “Yes, sir." He nodded. Just as I was about to ask about today's schedule, the door slammed open. “Dominic.” A sultry, confident voice called. I could recognise it without even looking up. Miranda Vale. Of course. She stepped in like she owned the place, hips swaying, her designer gown clinging to every curve. At forty-two, she still looked hotter than half the women I’d tossed aside at twenty-two. All polished and sexy. Miranda and I went back five years. She'd been the CEO of a media firm we had to do business with. She had a sharp mind and an even

That was the routine for my mom and me for all those years. Even at forty-five, she was still one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and I guess that's how she got the men she targeted, especially the billionaire she was marrying now. Her fiancé's name is Victor Pemberton. Victor isn't just an ordinary guy; he's a billionaire who owns a shipping company and an airline. He proposed to my mom after only five dates last week, and my mom wasted no time planning what she called "the perfect" wedding. Victor is in his mid-fifties, and from what I had heard, he has a son named Jeremy Pemberton. Rumor had it that Jeremy was a tyrant, a cold and cruel CEO known for his conquests and infamou

"Ivy fabricated this so-called evidence. The pressure of being in the dangerous war zone for five years broke her. She misinterpreted the relationship between Mia and me. As her husband, I have the right to report her mental illness." Then, he nodded at the hospital director. A group of security guards rushed over and grabbed my shoulders. Mia hid behind George, seemingly no longer in a panic. She mouthed. "It's over. You lost." I tightened my fists. … The next second, adrenaline allowed me to break free from the men's grip and lunged at her. I clutched her wrist and demanded, "Look in my eyes and tell me I'm lying. Will you stake your career and swear you never made those mistakes?"

Each time was surpassing their previous sexual encounters. "I love you, Nicholas." She uttered just as feelingly, her lips on his wet hair. He shivered. She was it for him. His Viscountess. His Lady. _____________________

Safe from the news that I knew would rip me to pieces. For days, the urge to look him up on the news plagued me. Did he get married? Are they happy together? Did his touches mar her very soul like it did mine? Did he smile for her? Did he kiss her as reverently as he did me after our first time together? Did he...love Valentina? News from town rarely reached a place like Barga, but the Viscontis were well-known. It didn’t take long to hear talks about them. He married her. He didn’t... didn’t look for me.

“Vienna, I was coming to save…” “But You didn't. He did. And I love him, Viso. The way he covered me, took care of me. He was with me every minute, I was terrified and he handled me like a baby. Ever since that day there has been no one in my heart except for him.” Viso could only stare at her as he lost his power to speak. His sister loves his best friend. This Madly! He never thought the man she loved would turn out to be Evan. And he assumed Evan also didn't know about her love for him.

She's still hung up on her failed marriage and I know it will be very difficult for her to open her heart for me. Everything isn't going according to how I planned it. I thought Kim would forget about him and move on, I thought I could finally have her to myself. But just like Sassy, the kim I got was a broken, love-struck kim, who can't even let go of the man who cheated on her. Perhaps I had underestimated the depth of their love, both of them. I sigh loudly, rubbing my hand down my face to get rid of the melancholy. Everything I wanted to do in Vegas is concluded, now I can take her with me to Las Vegas, or perhaps we can return to Italy.

he laments, “I wouldn’t have wasted time chasing you.” “You mean saving me from my misery,” I clarify. “Does it sound like that?” He thrusts two fingers through my opening. “Ahh…” I let out a helpless moan. “You already had feelings for me back then.” “I do, and I love you even more than you think. Because of that, I’ve done some stupid things.” “That includes coming to Whitlock just to see me...” “That, as well.” I would have jumped on him and owned him like this if I had known. He’s right. I’ve already become ravenous.

The report still dies, but it dies clean of them. I'd loved Damon Langford for six years, quietly and stupidly. I'd known it the whole time and done it anyway. I'd run his father's estate and his brother's wars and every mess his money ever made, and I'd told myself being needed was close enough to being wanted. It never was. Vivienne was the proof of that. He'd married her to spite a dead man, and somewhere in all of it he'd gone and fallen for her for real, and I'd watched the whole thing happen from the next chair over.

he said, nudging up my chin to behold his beautifully calm seas of blue sparkles. I tried to look away but he wouldn't have it. He held my chin in place and said, "You taught me the difference between love and devotion… You were a traitor but I couldn't kill you. And instead of hate. I loved you. Love me back Vera… is it too much to ask for?" He said and I kept mute. I continued to sob quietly and at the end, I tore away from him. He didn't hold me back. I strolled towards the window, beholding the darkness outside.