The Viscount Who Loved Me Wikipedia Mga Nobela at Kwento

– The man looks at her meaningfully. Mia then objects: “Love is not formed by just a random word or over a short period. Love is also expressed in many different ways. But… have you never loved anyone?” Malcolm then nods, he replies casually: "Why should I love other people if they don't love me?" “Even Miss Lita, who has been in this house for more than four years?” – Mia asks regretfully. "What should I say?" – Malcolm crosses his arms – “Suffice to say, Lita is the only noble daughter I can entrust. That's all, nothing more! Everyone else who comes here knows this, they never dream of my love, kitty!"

“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

Listen here. "You've already fallen in love with Mia. That's why I divorced you!" When he saw that I was intent on leaving, he frantically blurted, "No! It's not like that!" However, when it came time to explain himself, he found there was nothing he could say other than shout "no". As if to prove that he had nothing to do with Mia, he sought me out more and more frequently to reconcile. I would spot him sitting in the break room every night shift, silently waiting for me with a book in hand.

The contact was nothing, a phantom touch, but it burned me with rage. “I love,” she murmured against my mouth, her voice thick with satisfaction, “that you never turn away from a temptuous woman.” “ I've told you before, I don't care,” I swallowed hard. “ Even if it's not Violet, whom you love so much. Or Mira, your mistress?” She chuckled “ Violet is a traitor and I don't care about Mira's feelings. So let's do what we have to do,” Her arrogance was staggering. She thought herself victorious. She thought the darkening of my eyes was born of lust.

I just wish I could turn back and visit the past, then I would right all the wrongs and shortcomings. "This... Is this true?" Miranda was gutsy enough to ask that. I mean, who fakes being a villain in their own love story? I just threw a card I know is risky enough to make me lose the one I love forever. I can lose my mate forever just because of this. Yet, she's asking if it was true. "All this is... Your majesty were you asked to say this just to save her some face," Viscount Maximus said, disappointing me yet again.

He loved me. And I rejected him. I turned my back on the one who held my heart, the one who saw me, even in the darkness, even in moments when I couldn’t see myself. A sob broke in my throat, and silent tears streaked down my cheeks. His face appeared in my mind, so vivid—his eyes steady and warm, filled with a strength and tenderness I had never truly appreciated. Visaris. I loved him. I had always loved him, right from the very first moment, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe in that love. I clung to my fears, let doubt wrap itself around my heart. And now, here at the end, it was too late. I had no more time to fix this, no chance to be what he deserved.

“Noble Viscount Rubert, I was beaten up! Please do me justice!” Tracy was excited. This man was a viscount in The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets, a real noble! She hoped that she could one day be the wife of a viscount. Of course, the most important thing right now was to crush the man that dared to hit her. Tracy’s crooked face turned as cold as ice. ‘It’s close!’ ‘Rubert’s footsteps are getting closer!’ Everyone held their breaths. The following moments would surely display Rubert’s frightful fury.