Novels by Press Michelle

Gina walked into Martin’s apartment as if she owned the place, her confidence filling the space before her footsteps even did. The sheer audacity of it nearly made Martin lose it. He followed her in, irritation tightening his jaw. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice low and edged with disbelief. “Well,” she said matter-of-factly, glancing around, “Since you’re a confirmed bachelor with no girlfriend to scandalize, I figure it’s safe for me to be here,” She snatched his briefcase from his hand like it was her personal trophy and bounding up the stairs with the energy of a caffeinated squirrel, one would think she’d lived there all her life. Martin blinked, stunned. “It’s not safe! It’s not fine either! Get out!” he barked, his pride clinging to the last shreds of control. Gina paused halfway up the stairs, tossing a glance over her shoulder, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Nope, I’m here to help, whether you like it or not,” she declared, undeterred. She paus

Maurice sat in the center of the lavish restaurant, his presence commanding the room like a king on his throne. The soft glow of crystal chandeliers reflected in his eyes, which were sharp and calculating as he conversed with the men around him. His voice, smooth yet authoritative, cut through the ambient murmurs, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Seated beside him, Martin dutifully took notes, his hand moving quickly across the pages of a large leather-bound file. The contrast between the two men was stark, Maurice, with his aura of dominance, and Martin, the diligent scribe, absorbing every detail of the meeting. Around the table sat four elderly gentlemen, seasoned veterans of the business world, and three younger men, eager but clearly outmatched by Maurice's presence. As the discussion reached its climax, a deal was struck, sealing their partnership with a mutual sense of satisfaction. Smiles crept onto the faces of the older men, pleased with the outcome. One

The Mayer household pulsed with life laughter echoing through the halls, mingling with the warm aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering stew.The house seemed to breathe joy. Every corner hummed with the thrill of new beginnings a new cry, a new heartbeat, a new chapter in the family’s story. Charles and Peggy, Maurice’s parents, arrived with radiant smiles and a palpable sense of anticipation.The moment Peggy laid eyes on Mia, her daughter-in-law, a flood of emotions washed over her. Peggy’s eyes glistened with tears of joy as she wrapped Mia in a warm embrace."Oh, my dear, you’ve given us more than we ever dreamed,"Peggy whispered, her voice trembling with affection. Mia, who had once been an adopted child, had transformed their son’s life, guiding him to become the CEO of the Bryan Empire. Now, she had delivered the family’s future in the form of a beautiful, healthy grandson. Peggy’s heart swelled with pride and love, so much so that she felt as if she might burst from the

Maurice and Mia conversing... He doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Maurice said, his tone softening, sincerity replacing the teasing edge from earlier. “You know how he is, married to his work, always chasing deadlines and perfection. I’ve tried to get him to loosen up, but he’d rather drown in spreadsheets than go on a date. As for his address and number, I’ll text them to you later. Easy fix.” Mia hesitated, glancing toward the door where Martin had just made his dramatic exit. His steps had been sharp, almost angry. “But… Maurice, I don’t know. I... I am not sure he wants you to do that, “I mean, he does looked pissed. Like, really not okay with it.” she murmured, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Maurice chuckled quietly, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’ll get over it, and maybe even thank me someday. After all, he made me go through worse when I was trying to win you over. You know as the saying goes payback’s a dish best served

As soon as Maurice and Martin stepped out, the room transformed. Gina, who had been sitting all calm and collected a moment ago, suddenly exploded with energy. She practically jumped to her feet, clutching Mia’s arm. “Mia, did you see that guy? Oh my gosh, he is so damn hot!” she blurted, bouncing like a schoolgirl who’d just met her celebrity crush. Mia blinked, startled by the sudden outburst. “Wait, who? Martin? You didn’t see him at my wedding? You really blanked on him at our wedding? Really? He was right there, holding the rings and everything.”” Gina waved a hand dramatically. “I was too busy making sure you didn’t trip down the aisle! But that man, Mia, he’s like a walking mystery novel wrapped in a tuxedo. Handsome, tall, and that quiet confidence? Ugh! He’s dangerous!” Mia giggled at her friend’s theatrics. As she bit back a grin, that warm, knowing glow lighting her up, the one that said you’re ridiculous, and I love you for it. “Okay, fine, he’s got that whole ‘stro

As Gina was led into the grand living room by the butler, her breath caught. The room was breathtaking, every detail screamed wealth and refinement. A chandelier glittered above like a cluster of captured stars, scattering light across rich drapes and polished marble floors. Gina perched on the edge of the plush sofa, taking in the quiet until a sound behind her broke it, the slow shuffle of footsteps. Mia appeared in the doorway, moving with a careful, deliberate grace. Her hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, and though her beauty was undeniable, there was a tiredness in her eyes that tugged at Gina’s heart. A mischievous grin spread across Gina’s face as she rose to meet her. “Well, well! Mrs. Mayer herself, looking all stuffed up! That husband of yours really is a sharpshooter, huh?” She winked, laughing at her own joke. Mia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back a smile. “Gina, you’re impossible,” she said, easing herself into the seat beside her friend. “Pregnancy