Carmen Bella の小説・ストーリー

Cindy asked as Annabella undressed. "Why don't you visit his office or house to see?" Annabella asked. "Oh come on Bess,tell me. How many percent??" Cindy asked. "I don't know okay? I don't even look at his face to know if he's handsome or not,he look scary" Annabella muttered and went into the bathroom. "Gosh,why so wicked?" Cindy mumbled sadly,throwing a candy into her mouth. ••••

Bella asked turning towards her with huge grin. Jasmine smiled at her, no one can deny that Bella is incredibly beautiful. She has blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Milky white skin and sexy body with thick waist. She has little mole on her chin which makes her look tempting. "More than perfect..." Jasmine smiled. "Okay, i am leaving... He must be waiting for me." She said. "Bella take care and please come back soon... If he finds out then we are dead... And call me if something happens, okay?"

They were accustomed to living on the edge, and such tricks were beneath their notice. - Inside the carriage, Carmen had removed her veil, revealing a face strikingly similar to Celeste's—beautiful yet distinctly cool. With the maid outside, she spoke softly, "Lady Carissa, please save my mother." Carissa responded gently, "But clearly, that wasn't your only reason for stopping us." "You're right." Carmen shook her head, a hint of shame on her otherwise composed face. "My mother ordered me to ruin your relationship with the Hell Monarch." She half-knelt and bowed, her eyes filling with tears. "Please have mercy, Lady Carissa."

"Also, refrain from responding to inquiries regarding our marriage. Let me handle the talking.” Carmela agreed, her throat constricted. "Okay." While he approached to greet a group of business associates, Carmela realized she was briefly by herself. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, seeking something to soothe her anxiety. That’s when she listened to it. "She's attractive," one woman murmured, her voice tinged with contempt. "However, let's be truthful—she isn't Elena Carter." “Of course not,” another woman replied. “Damion’s ex-fiancée was stunning, sophisticated. This girl looks like she barely belongs here.”

“This new campaign is exciting, but I am going crazy over the details. I am already managing so much, I just wish I had someone to handle the models.” “Let Florence handle it.” Raiden said. “She was the best at client outreach back in the day.” I smiled at Annalise. “I’d love to.” *** The next morning, as I browsed through agencies, looking for potential models, a profile caught my eye—Carmen, no last name. A stunning portfolio with a balance of both high fashion couture and streetwear. She was tall, had gorgeous blonde hair similar to mine, and had worked with some pretty iconic brands.

She stepped closer, circling me slowly, her eyes running from the shimmer of the gown to the line of my jaw, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. Absolutely flawless.” “Thank you.” I said, a faint smile curving my lips. Carmen turned to the stylist, snapping her fingers lightly, “Bring more pieces of this style, dark, elegant, commanding. And have the bill sent to Isla. She’s downstairs.” The stylist’s eyes widened slightly, “Right away, ma’am.” She hurried off with a few assistants, whispering excitedly. When the room fell quiet again, Carmen’s tone softened, “You know…” She began, her gaze distant now as if she were staring at something far away, something from a different time, “Y

Standing in the center of the hall, flanked by two stone-faced Crescent Moon guards, was Carmen. She was dressed in tactical black, her dark hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. She didn't look impressed by the imported marble, the vaulted ceilings, or the gold leaf accents of my home. She looked like a woman who was simply counting the seconds until she could start burning it all down. "Alpha Tristan," she said, her voice smooth, melodic, and entirely devoid of any human warmth. "You certainly took your time. I was beginning to think you were busy hiding something you didn't want me to see."

Carmen flipped her blonde hair, “Lorenzo will always love me and there’s nothing anybody can do about it. He should have married me, but your father cashed in on Lorenzo’s promise like a pathetic fool.” The two women stared each other down. My Cara looked like she wanted to attack Carmen and I honestly couldn’t blame her. I guess Lorenzo had a type. Blonde hair. Green eyes. First name that started with the letter C. I would laugh, but this situation isn’t even funny right now.

GABRIELE'S POV Carmela emerged in a silk nightgown—dark purple, almost black. There was nothing seductive about it, but the way it draped over her body… Fuck. She'd taken down her hair. It fell in long, dark waves past her shoulders. No makeup. Just her bare face. And for one gut-wrenching second, I saw Elena. Same bone structure. Same wide, dark eyes. Same defiant tilt of the chin when she was angry with me.

she said awkwardly. “Oh come, it would be fun,” said Carmen. She got inside the room and threw a box on the bed. “What is this?” She asked while touching the box. “It’s a bikini, I am wearing Purple, yours is red,” Carmen said shrugging. “Now hurry up, get ready, boys are already gone, I was waiting for you,” she said and got out of the room. ******