Novel & Cerita Tony Shameless

Hold her so tight she couldn't pull away. But he shoved the urge down. This was a military base. He couldn't get reckless. If he wanted Shiloh back under his control, he had to play it smart. So he wiped the desire from his eyes, kept smiling, and stepped closer. Then, like it was nothing, he took Shiloh's hand. Possessive. Clear. "I missed you so much." "Oh? You two know each other?" Tony asked, surprised. "Shiloh, why didn't you ever mention you knew an impressive young entrepreneur like Mr. Preston?"

Only Oliver knew the truth about her connection to Francesco before Keisha's birthday party. Hearing the words "illustrious Mrs. Slater" from Tony's mouth grated harshly against her ears. She forced a smile. "Tony, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" "Your cousin, Keisha, only has one birthday a year. But you—pretending to be drunk, leaning on Francesco's influence, and publicly embarrassing her—caused her to be scolded by her stepfather." Finally, Tony looked up, disappointment dark in his eyes. "All those childish grievances from years ago… do you really have to hold a grudge this long? I was wrong about you," he continued. "I thought you were simple and steady. I never expected such

she spat, her eyes never leaving his, “I carried the shame you left me with. I raised our daughter in poverty, while you lived in luxury. I begged for scraps, Tony. Scraps! And now, after all that, you dare to waltz back and pretend to care?” Tony stood, slowly raising his hands. His voice was calm, but there was a quiet sorrow beneath it. “You’re right. I failed you. I failed both of you. If this is how you want justice…” He spread his arms wider. “…then do it.” “No!” I screamed, tears blinding me. “Mom, stop! Please!” But it was too late. The sound ripped through the room, deafening, final. Bang. Tony staggered back, his eyes wide with shock, a crimson bloom spreading across his chest. His

It was Sasha, my so-called personal assistant, and Tony’s new favorite toy. She was wearing a server’s uniform and holding a tray, standing respectfully a short distance away. Her posture was modest and professional, completely different from the “wild in bed” charm Tony had spoken of earlier. Tony only gave her a brief nod and waved her off. Watching how seamlessly they coordinated, I felt only disgust. A mafia heir and his kept mistress. With such excellent acting skills as theirs, it was a pity they didn’t break into the entertainment industry. If not for that hidden phone, I might have believed I was living in a fairy tale until the day I died.

“Miss, perhaps you should step aside. Before the smell gets worse.” “Yes, please,” a younger woman added, fanning herself. “Some of us are trying to breathe here.” The laughter was deafening now. Leslie tried to speak but nothing came out. Her throat was closing. Her eyes were burning. She looked at Tony one more time. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. He’d turned back to the cameras, that perfect smile plastered on his face again. “Go home, Leslie, the Northern Territory Alphas are watching.” he said quietly. Coldly. “And don’t come out until you figure out how not to embarrass me.”

There truly wasn't anything to do, and if Doreen commanded their arrest for sinful acts they did commit, what choice does he have apart from watching noiselessly? Tony's presence in the Empire was plain… Perplexing. Amid his three grandkids, he's the most worthless, but he's here to claim the seat of a manager in the most prestigious entertainment industry across multiple continents? A response was yet to be received from either Charlie or a simple reaction from Doreen when Pearl walked elegantly to Tony. Her red bottom heels placed both in the same height range. “Get out of my sight you fuck-” The remnants of his words shall forever be unknown as Pearl abruptly punched him outrageously hard

Tony shifts out of the way, anticipating my move. Teb spits. “You know so little. You do not even know what you had, when you had Camila. You will fail.” “I will?” I jab the cattle prod into his back, right where the electricity should reach his kidneys. He spasms with another yell. I pull the prod back after long seconds of twitching muscles. He slumps against the chair, and Tony laughs. I hum thoughtfully. “I thought Camila was a bitch who’d fuck her way to the top at a moment’s notice. Was I wrong?”

God loves me too much to let me miss premium drama. Sophia, on the other hand, looked like a person who just watched her entire fake empire collapse in one minute. She still tried to have a straight face, like she wanted everyone to believe she wasn’t phased, but the tremble at the corner of her mouth betrayed her. Even her hands were rubbing her skirt over and over like she needed something to hold onto. Then Tony finally turned to her, having his eyes narrowing as if he was just realizing he’d been living inside a soap opera he didn’t audition for. He didn’t even hide the disgust. “Is this true? I mean, is what my mum just said now true?”

“Can you just tell me what’s going on? I really don’t see the need for this unnecessary drama.” Tony had always been a good friend—the best actually, right from when we were in college. But being a successful businessman now, I thought he would’ve dropped the flair for drama. Guess not. “Sebastian, what is wrong with you?” I shot him a look—I didn’t understand what the hell he was talking about. “Are you so blind you can’t see when you’re being used?” “Tony, can you stop speaking in parables and go straight to the point?” “You run a successful business empire, yes. You come from a wealthy home but chose to make a name for yourself honorably. But why do you have to keep living with that slut

Tony's audacity was both amusing and exasperating. "Really, it's unnecessary. We appreciate the gesture, but we're perfectly fine," I insisted, hoping to gracefully decline his unsolicited generosity. However, Tony seemed undeterred by our polite refusal. "Nonsense! A meal should be a celebration, not just sustenance. We're here to celebrate, aren't we?" Kat, who had been observing the spectacle from her table, rolled her eyes at Tony's declaration of celebration. It was evident that even the supposed cousin act couldn't shield her from the eccentricities of her relative.