Ty And Annie Sweet Magnolias Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even though I had already prepared myself for unsightly scenes, coming face-to-face with the actual scene still shocked me. Yvonne was wearing the white dress that I'd bought for her earlier, curled up at the end of the bed helplessly. She was gagged and tied up as she watched the carnal scene on the bed right in front of her. Hermione and the two men were completely lost in their desire, making blush-worthy noises with their mouths, while Yvonne was left alone at the side, shaking in fear. I was relieved to see that she was safe and not involved in Hermione's disgusting activities.

Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series. ************ With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right? The only hitch? I’m falling for him.

I highly doubt that. As soon as we reached the penthouse I saw mom standing in the living room. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. “How are you my sweet little girl” Suzie came in too and heard mom. “Yeah, your sweet little girl got herself pregnant with a mafia’s child” she was always annoyed when mom called me her sweet little girl. “Don’t talk nonsense, Suzie. She’s your sister; not to mention twin.” Mom scolded her and we all entered the living room. Mom made me sit on the couch and went into the kitchen. She made tea for us all and we had our loveliest family get-together of all time.

ANNIE The night seemed lively and strangely well lit. “So you're throwing a party for your victory-” I scoffed, my focus on my nicely polished nails. “Talk about what something a devil can do”, I added in a whisper fully aware Dylan heard me. He smirked, touching my lips with the tip of his fingers. “It's going to be a long night sweetheart.” Sweetheart? How could just this word have so much effect on me? I rolled my eyes but the feeling didn't wear off — it stuck to me like a glue.

As the fire suppression gas hissed from the vents, a heavy, white fog settled over the obsidian table, turning the screaming directors into ghostly silhouettes. Annie was on her knees, her fingers clawing at the mahogany surface. Her eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the leather-bound ledger that sat just inches away. To her, that book wasn't just paper and ink; it was her shield, her leverage, and her ticket back to a life of luxury. "Mine!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as the oxygen in the room began to thin. "Jinyan, come back! You can't leave me with her!"

she speaks half laughing as she walks to me and I feel like I will throw up if she touches me in any way. "Stay the hell away from me!" I warn. "Or what?" Anna asks daring me. " Or I will fuck up both of you back to whatever shit hole you came from!" I hear Xavier's voice come from behind. What time did they walk in? I must have been so terrified I couldn't even hear footsteps or they used the other entry in case I was in danger. God, I love this man. "How nice of you to join our little gathering, Leah was just about to make us something to eat. Isn't it honey?" She masks her question with a tone that sounds so fake anyone can tell she is trying too hard.

Her perfume hit before her words —sweet, poisonous, expensive. “Annie,” Diaman said smoothly. “This is my cousin, Katy. She's pregnant… she'll be staying with us for a while.” Us. The word slammed into me like cold steel. Katy's smile was soft, polite—but dripping with venom. “I've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet the famous Annie.” Famous? Her tone mocked me. I forced a brittle smile. “Make yourself comfortable.” “Guest room,” Diaman instructed, kissing my forehead, then my chin. For a second, I felt safe. Then he turned away.

But she took the book from my hands and lay down again, turning her face away. "Good night, Mr. Blackthorne." I got the message. I went down the stairs in silence, but before leaving… I looked back and realized she was more lost than ever. I silently thanked her for not leaving, even after my unusual and thoughtless reaction that night. Ana was my great love. The woman who made me feel love and feel loved in equal measure. But we had marriage crises months before she left. And although Kyra is very different from her, in certain moments it seems there are too many similarities between the two. Coincidence, or just my imagination?

Annie nibbled on a few pastries—sweet but not overpoweringly so, with just the right balance of flavor and fresh fruit fillings. Unintentionally, she found herself eating a few more before moving on to something else. A few women, noticing Annie was Finn’s companion, initially approached to strike up a conversation. Annie wasn’t shy; she chatted comfortably with a few kind-hearted, gentle ladies. But it seemed that not everyone at this gathering was so friendly. “You’re so young-looking—don’t tell me you’re Finn’s sugar baby? Didn’t expect someone like him to go for that kind of fake, innocent act.”

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.