You Will Be Mine Natasha Preston Summary Novels & Stories

Natasha was already waiting for me as I had requested. “Welcome Handsome!.” She walked to me. I unbuckled my belt and she understood what to do! Natasha immediately went on her knees and got down to business. This is how I like my girls. Experience and submissiveness. I still can't understand why I kept thinking about a certain virgin.

, he teased me. " Nah, that will never happen man. Will, I'm happy for you and Natasha", I told him. Natasha Stanford is a good catch afterall. A super model by profession. Looked up by many men and women for her bewitching beauty and glamour. I was even the one who introduced them. I like her before but I decided not to pursue her. She’s a treasure to keep, not just for fucking. " Thank you man. You're a part of my happiness now. You introduced me to her". I can foretell that the idiot is grinning widely.

I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING but how much I always loved her. Even if she always was the one with the credits and everything, I loved her! I still do. Then why did she do all of this to me? Why...? Maybe I did something bad to her and she made me forget about it by controlling my mind. "You were so naive, Natasha," yeah, you've already stated that. "To the point that you didn't use the magic jewel which could avoid your mind from being washed and manipulated," that's because I didn't know about its existence before it was too late!

"This balm is on me. Consider it a tribute to your vanity." "You—" Natasha has wanted to draw blood from me since the moment our paths last crossed. It was purely bad fortune that she was barefoot and that the pack enforcers were watching last time. She views my presence as a stubborn stain on her territory, and she is itching to teach me a lesson in submission. She wipes the cream from her mouth, her arm swinging back to deliver a stinging strike to my cheek. The instant her muscle coils, my hand shoots out, locking onto her wrist with the crushing strength of a iron clamp.

--- That Night, the full moon hangs like a white crown above the clearing in the garden. Hundreds of pack members gather around, their faces glowing with joy as they celebrate my wedding day. But as I stand alone at the altar, my heart pounds like a war drum—not with excitement, but with dread. Stacy is still missing, and there’s been no word of her whereabouts. My mind is with her, not here.... Suddenly, Natasha dressed in white begins to walk toward me. Her smile is radiant. Her hair is braided with silver threads. She looks perfect—on the outside.

Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth. At the time of this incident, Natasha was nineteen years old. Frustrated by the confrontation, she left her father's house and rode her bicycle to a public space near a slum, almost like a playground. There, she observed other children, less privileged than herself, playing freely and joyfully.

“He’s convincing. I’ll give him that.” “He’s telling the truth.” “Maybe. But here’s what I need you to understand, Viv.” Natasha’s voice was fierce and low. “I’ve watched you your whole adult life. Watched you control everything because you couldn’t trust anyone else to get it right. Watched you push away every man who tried to get close. And now you’re telling me you’ve found someone you can surrender to?” “Yes.”

“I know what she did to you.” “All the more reason why I should stay away from women, especially those that just want to be daddy’s little girl and never make a name for themselves because daddy is rich,” I moaned out, intending it to be a backlash at her. It came out all weak and woe-begone and pathetic, embarrassing me. Natasha got up from her seat and circled round the table to where I was seated, lost between doing what is right or eating the forbidden fruit. “Just this once.” Her voice was a plea now. Her hands rested on my shoulder, gently massaging them. “We fuck this once and forget about each other forever.”

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

The Fairfax mansion was quiet, but it wasn't peace. Celeste stood by the marble fireplace, gripping a crystal glass. Fury shook her voice. "I watched the entire thing," she said. “In front of the country, Natasha. In front of everyone.” Natasha stood at the foot of the stairs, calm and unreadable, her black coat still draped over her shoulders. Celeste’s voice sharpened. “You’ve been with him for years, Natasha. You gave him everything and he stood there with her like you were nothing.”