Bbw Margot の小説・ストーリー

" I replied, the annoyance clear in my voice. "You've become quite a smart mouth,I wonder what's giving you the confidence" I tried to say something back but held back so I stared at my glass instead. Margot took the last gulp of her drink and signaled for Theo who poured her another. "I'm just going to come out and say it" Margot said after Theo refilled her drink. "Did you sleep with Lorenzo"

And then he was gone, leaving me alone in a penthouse that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. +++++++ Margot arrived exactly one hour later with a team of three assistants and enough suitcases to outfit a small army. She was French, impossibly chic, and terrifyingly efficient. "Mon Dieu." She circled me like a predator, her sharp eyes cataloging every flaw. "You have been crying. For days, yes? I can see it in your skin, your eyes, your posture." She clapped her hands. "We fix it. Strip. Now." "I'm sorry, what.."

She slowly inched closer to Margot. Margot watched Tammy and put on a brave front. Although Margot was petite and sitting down, her presence was on par with Tammy's. Tammy stopped when she reached the edge. She continued glaring at Margot. "Margot, how much did Curtis give you for you to bear your child?" Tammy did not dare to lay a hand on Margot. She could only force herself to calm down. Margot felt like Tammy was the epitome of shamelessness. How could a mistress act so brazenly? Where did her audacity come from?

“I’m sure that by now you’ve taken enough of my men’s money to buy yourself something pretty, after all.” “Something very pretty,” Margot murmurs, her lips quirking into a feline smile. She slowly stands from the table, turning that little smile on the men still seated there and holding out her hand. A young red-haired Beta named Stephen, seated closest to her, scoops up the majority of the coins on the table and places them in her palm.

They have emotions and the right to feel special. I didn’t realize that I had already spent two hours fidgeting and wondering what I wanted to prepare. Eventually, I bought a recipe for Beef Bourguignon and a bottle of red wine. When I got home, I was surprised to find Maurice had fallen asleep on the floor, outside their pad. "Hey, what are you doing there?" I patted Maurice with my foot. He looked up and call me with a pitiful voice. “Liah…”

To strip them of all power, to have them scorned and humiliated by the world, living a life worse than death. Picking up her phone from the table, Margaret calmly dialed a number and pressed call. “Hello, I’m Margaret Walker. I have some very hot news I’d like to provide...”

He threw his phone onto the desk, muttering, “Kill my wife? Please. She’s with her mother. That idiot thought I’d fall for it.” He blocked the number and returned to his papers, waiting for the rain to stop unaware of just how wrong he was. Margot’s POV After her talk with Zara, Margot felt triumphant. She had given her orders, and she was certain Zara would obey. There was no one in the world who could defy her not even God, or so she liked to think. “No one can save you from me, Zara,” she whispered to herself with a cruel laugh as she adjusted her pearls in the mirror.

Let them come. When the heavy oak doors opened, Margot Moretti was the first to step inside. She was as poised and calculating as ever, her sharp black dress hugging her figure, her eyes glittering with cold amusement. Luca followed closely behind, his expression subdued, almost weary, while Phillipe Moretti exuded quiet menace. Trailing them was Milo Romano, the man who had once deceived Nora, a smirk plastered on his face as if he were already relishing the chaos. “Good evening, Mr. Bennett,” Margot said smoothly, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I hope we’re not interrupting.”