Novel & Cerita Todos Quieren Con Marilyn

I didn’t waste any time and started interrogating her. “Tell me, I think Jonea’s been seeing someone lately. Can you tell me who it is? And don’t say it’s Aland because I know no one has a clue where he is right now.” Marilyn blinked at me silently, trying to avoid the conversation, but I kept pressing her. I even cornered her, demanding she tell me what I wanted to hear. “I don’t know who’s getting close to Jonea,” she replied. “Liar!” I hissed.

It couldn't be possible. "I'm sorry, your majesty, that I didn't meet the requirements of the queen you had in mind. Perhaps the goddess made a mistake. I shall take my leave now," Marilyn said with a cold tone that pierced his already aching heart. He couldn't bear to let her go. He would be Damned if he lets her slip away from him. He needed answers, and only the woman before him held the key to those answers. "But what choice do I have? If Natalí says she is my queen, then she is my queen. Prepare for the marriage rites, then."

My life, I just want what they have and as for Tony I have just started with him, how I wish I killed that his daughter, I only succeeded in befriending his wife Rosie and getting rid of her not until I am done with Tony, take back what is mine and only then willI rest and for Manuel is a good man but I want to inherit all that he has to his name and be in that position, I know my chance of having him is so little, I’d rather kill him and use my little Emmanuelle to get all what he has thank God we were blessed with Emmanuelle with that I can at least get what I want” she says. And she flashes back to she and Rosie talking in a bar and she thinks back to her boys throwing Rosie at her feet a

I quiver. ~~ Anticipation ENDs ~~~~ . . • •• Eve Elite POV • •• "Eve, you need to eat. Or you want me to call, Adams?." Marilyn yells. At the same time, gets horrified by her own words, especially at the mention of his name. She doesn't appreciate him. "I'm not hungry! You can call who so ever you want, I don't care!." I scowl at the mention of his name. I hate when she does that...

It was sleek and alluring, impossible for anyone to ignore. But Quentin wasn't looking at her body. His eyes were fixed on her face as he asked, "What do you want?" At that question, Monica reached for his hand and pressed it to her body. She glared at him and said, "Quentin, take a good look at me. Am I not pretty enough? Is my body not good enough for you? Why would you choose Talia? She's already been married and has a child." Quentin's hand remained suspended in the air, never touching her. He couldn't help but smirk. "You're comparing yourself to her? What do you have that can compare?"

“There has never been another woman since I asked you to marry me.” The certainty in his voice made her chest tighten. “I know that now.” “You should have known it before.” Marilyn smiled faintly. “You are not always easy to read.” “I asked you to become my wife.” “That doesn’t automatically make you easy to read.” He studied her. “What exactly do you want to read?” The question caught her off guard. Marilyn looked away briefly. She didn't mean to move the conversation into dangerous territory. Still, something inside her wanted honesty. “What I mean to you,” she said softly.

Working in film now, they found the gossip and intrigue unexpectedly thrilling, a welcome break from their previous dull routines. Marilyn hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke. “Miss Morales, I’d like to request a couple of days off. I’m meeting with my boyfriend’s parents to finalize our wedding plans. We’ve picked out a house and already paid half of it down. The mortgage has been covered for six months, so... it’s time.” Serena smiled, genuinely touched, and without a second thought, transferred $100,000 to Marilyn’s account. “Consider this my wedding gift.”

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"They didn't fight. But you might freak out if I tell you how they work it out." "Just tell us, Hermano. After all, we also want to be part of their lives. And knowing their past may be a part of it," Millet said. His eyes are fixed on the road as he replied, "Well... As I've said, the three of them fell in love with the same girl. The girl can't choose whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was Elias who told me that they'll marry her to a country who'll wed a bride with more than two lovers."