I M His Devious Romeo Novelas e Histórias

Deniega and he wants my father's help. But before they could even talk about the solution to that problem, the lights began to flicker. Thinking quickly, I went towards the room in order to check for them. When I arrived I didn't realized that I stepped on a trap. There came that culprit wearing his mask. He took his knife and stabbed Mr. Deniega. My father tried to stop him but it was too dark. Without hesitation, I dropped down my mini camera to record the murder but instead of it, I didn't realized that I dropped my projector invention.

Some said, her stomach were ripped apart and her foetus which was my first fruit fed to Damien dog. Damien is the only one who wants me out of business because I was more successful than he do. So he used Rico against me. Last time I checked, Rico is hanging out with an Italian girl and I'm waiting for the day she'll be pregnant, that's will be the best way to express my grievance to Rico and he would in turn relay it to Damien.

He shouldn't have let that man live after he got married to his daughter. "Last question. Who ordered the three of you to try playing smart on me?" Blake asked. "I'm afraid to tell you that." The man cried. "Really?" Blake smirked. "Would you spare me if I tell you who it was?" "Who ordered for you to cheat on me." He repeated sternly. The man stammered as he blurted out the word. "Mr. Rizzo." "That undercover imposter?" Blake scoffed. "Sign the contract papers to transfer all your properties." He commanded as he got on his foot about turning to go.

“You need a little distraction.” I try to think about something else—anything else—so that I can manage to get home in one piece. But rainbows and puppies aren’t what come to mind. Instead, I get flashes of dancing with Arnold Brighton. His soulful eyes. His masculine scent. And his beard—oh, his glorious fucking beard. He’s my every dark and dirty fantasy come-to-life. A muscled, tatted former military man with rough hands and a soft heart that he hides behind that guarded exterior.

I twisted the handle and pushed the door inward. The doctor sat on a chair and brought out a long file from the drawer. “Excuse me.” I stepped in. He looked up and scanned my body. “Who are you?” He said sharply as he adjusted his glasses. “Have your seat.” He pointed at the chair opposite the table. I moved it and sat down. He pushed the file to the drawer, and held his hands together. “You are…..?” He looked at me. “Mrs Romano.” I turned to look at my husband, standing outside the office.

Time didn’t just slow down; it shattered. The razor-sharp edge of the lamp glass was an inch from his jugular. I could see the reflection of the silver shard in his wide, icy blue eyes. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. I wanted to slice him. I wanted to make this monster bleed for what he was doing to Dr. Evans. But Lorenzo De Luca wasn’t a regular man. He was a trained apex predator. In a fraction of a second, his lethal reflexes took over. He didn't flinch backward. Instead, he lunged forward, intentionally narrowing the distance so my arm couldn't get the proper leverage for a fatal strike.

LUMINE MOON The irritating phone call tone woke me. Ugh... I couldn't even get enough sleep. Who the hell dares to call me this early morning and disturb my sleep? I groaned and reached for my phone above the bedside table. With one eye, I checked which devil dares to wake me. "It's the devious heiress!" I fell off the bed, but like a ninja, I quickly got on my feet. I checked the screen again. Waaa! It really is her! In fear, I throw my phone to only the devil knows where after knowing which devil called me.

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

"I'm not interested in that right now! Are you taking advantage of me? For fun? Is that so?" "Honey, darling, babe, or May boo! Choose one of these calls." "My Boo?" I mocked a cold-blooded man like him, a Sicilian mafia family. Not at all worthy of being called that cute "What about My Demon? That suits you better." Mattia approached me, narrowing the distance between us. Suddenly, his thumb rubbed my lower lip. "That's good, but from the start, I was also like a devil. Are you interested in seeing my devilish side for you, My boo?" he said, bullying me.