The Viscount Who Loved Me Wikipedia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said with excitement evident in her voice. "Really? that's great. Who are you getting married to?" "To minister Richard. "Don't you think that he's to old for you?"Asked lady Charlotte. "Only by fourteen years, ladies have done worse. And I don't care about the age difference, I just want someone who has connections and his connection is with king Alexander." She said. Her tone dripped with ambition. Vivian's face turned sour when she heard the king being mentioned. She had still not forgotten about what happened. Ever since that day, neither her nor her family has stepped foot into the palace. She was too embarrassed to do so.

Charles' POV Nothing hurts more than seeing the one you love loving someone else. So it was for me, when I watched eagerly as Alice was having a great time with the Billionaire CEO she was rumoured to have an affair with. I knew all of those were lies and aimed at getting back at me, but the more I tried to take my mind off it, the more it kept recurring in my mind. It hurts every damn time. Of all the women I've ever met all my life, Alice was the only one I loved and luckily, she loved me as much. She was also the most vulnerable and naïve. I must admit I took advantage of this.

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

The man in the bar was looking at her with lust... with passion, and something deep inside her liked it, a new story was beginning, one that would unleash rivers of blood, Caterina had met Hades Visconti, without knowing what that event would end up unleashing in her life, without knowing that it had marked her destiny.

At that time, Alex only played the role of a man who seemed to love Naomi so much that in the end, she was touched by all his tricks until the two of them slept together. Of course, Alex won the bet and he made a lot of money afterward. Alex purposely made her love him very much before he dumped her as if she were a broken toy. Not only that, but she also became the subject of the male friends' wild fantasies because of some indecent photos that the guy shared with his friends.

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Vincent did all the housework, gave up his love for racing, and did every romantic thing imaginable just for me. I never doubted his love. Now, watching him passionately kiss Camellia made my heart crumble into pieces. Did he truly love me? I trembled with pain, reaching out to him, but he was too engulfed in his steamy kiss with her. The executioners were prepping their blades. I struggled with all my might, trying to break free from my bonds, but it was no use.

I walked slowly toward Vicenzo. The eyes that once made me love him desperately now held nothing but fear and calculation. “Librarian? Loan shark? Vicenzo, your script was poorly written.” I stepped on his chest, right where he had shoved me yesterday. With the slightest pressure, the carefully tailored tie beneath my heel twisted out of shape. Ignoring the pain, he reached for my ankle, trying to play on old feelings. “Eva… no, Principessa, I love you!

And then I saw it—just for an instant—the name flashing across the top. Alessia. I turned away, pretending not to notice, just as my own phone buzzed. The name froze my breath: Madam Bonanno. “Valentina,” her voice came low and tired. “Are you truly leaving Vincent?” My gaze slipped toward the garden, where a white lily bloomed under the night sky. My voice trembled, but I forced the words out. “You know the truth, Madam. I loved him from the very beginning. That’s why I married him. But love alone isn’t enough. Not when his heart has always belonged to someone else.”

"I know that." "Everything i had, why would you do this? You even tried to poison me!." Her eyes glistened slightly but not with regret. "I did all that because the wrong man won." She confessed. The room became very still. I stared blankly at her, trying to understand, trying to fit these pieces together and failing. "He loved me first." She spoke again. My pulse stopped, just then, a horrible realization began forming. "Who was he?" Vivienne looked away before i could see the expression change on her face.