Novel & Cerita Lottie Matthews

"This isn't a drama show. We don't want to hear the tragic story of your lives. We don't care at all about it." "Elliot, Elliot, always in a hurry!" Matthew doesn't even show remorse for what he has done. He is still the cocky bastard that he always projects himself to be, even if he is nearing his death. "I've told you several times now that we could be allies. You and I would make a great team, but you always chose to side with the Gregorys and have this bitch all to yourself! We can share Ariella because she is nothing but a pussy to be shared."

In Lucy’s mind, Matthew was nothing short of a mythical figure. With just his own hands, Matthew built Leon Corporation into an empire that surpassed even the royal family of Charleston by tenfold. Lucy greatly admired him, which was why Matthew was like a deity to her. However, she was not the only one as many thought the same. Matthew had been interviewed by numerous financial magazines and news stations. His composed and understated demeanor was not something that could be learned—he was born with it.

Luke leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Luke was tall and thin, with the right amount of muscle for a dancer. His brown hair and green eyes made him look like any other attractive man in the city. Like Devin, Luke was a retired dancer, but instead of modeling, he had been offered a role as the choreographer for the New York Ballet and had been in this role for the past twenty-five years. Somewhere along the way, he met Victor, and they started up their illicit contracts with dancers who didn’t make enough money from dancing alone. It was ordinary for a couple of years before Luke learned I needed more money.

I asked her, as I watched her get her makeup done by Linda, an older lady in the pack. "Me and Elliot are not dating, we're just friends." "Do you think he's your mate?" I asked. "I don't know." She grinned. "I kind of hope so." She flushed red. Just a sec… we've got a ad loading up. I've never seen her act this way about a boy. She never even showed any interest in boys. Just like me, we both believed that we should wait for our mate. "Are you sure?" She sighed, "I don't know."

"Not the worst idea you’ve had. But don't you dare send that message." Matthew shrugged as a companion called him toward the billiards table. Seeing that Andrew wanted to be alone with his thoughts, Matthew stood up. But as he passed the pool table, he secretly took out his phone, snapped a photo of Andrew looking brooding and defeated, and sent it directly to Lanka. He’d done his duty as a friend. Whether the lure would work depended entirely on how much of Andrew’s scent was still etched into Lanka’s soul. However, as soon as Matthew put his phone away, Cassius sidled up, peeking at the screen with a mischievous grin. He took his own photo and sent it straight to Serena Wolfe.

Caroline hummed walking out the room. “Anita are you okay?” I asked walking over. “Your supposed to choose me. It shouldn’t be a hard decision. I’m your mate Kelly, the choice should always be me” she sighed softly. “Anita-” I started but, she quickly cut me off. “I’d choose you over anyone because I love you. I don’t have to think about it! Your my other half, my one true mate!” Anita exclaimed and I noticed her eyes flashed green for a second.

“Because none of you know Griff the way I do. None of you have the balls to take him down. I know your type, too. One whiff of his scent, and you’ll be on your knees.” “He isn’t that special,” said Larissa. “Yes, he is,” I growled. She stared at her nails, looking like she’d just painted them and was admiring her handiwork. “I’m serious,” she said. “I’ve had bigger, better, richer, and more handsome.” “Please,” Marianna rasped. “What?” I snapped. “Sorry,” she cried. “I won’t talk shit.”

we were good just a couple of seconds ago. “ she summoned me, Patricia. she was telling me how…’’ “ so now my mother trust you more as well? are you trying to replace me, alondra?’’ ‘ no of course not.’’ I answered in a heartbeat pleading my eyes. “ I would never….’’ “First my mate and now my mother? do you not have some self-respect for yourself?’’ I was taken aback by her awards. I struggle to believe that I was hearing correctly.

I hated it when he did this. "I do have a real problem, Chlo. You have to help me. I'm in a bind right now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you!" Matthew tried to grab me, but I dodged. "Tell me, then. How can I help?" I started with a hint of impatience. "Don't expect too much from me. My abilities are limited. Just get straight to the point.” Matthew looked frustrated and said, "Did you know about Liora's plan to withdraw her investment?"

Damn this mate bond. "I'm done with you," I snapped, my eyes blazing. "I don't need you, James." "Emily, I'm about to become Alpha," he said, waiting for me to relent. "Being my mistress is your best choice. Your mother's life is at stake." He turned to leave, adding, "You'll come around. Your mother can't wait." "I don't need it!" I screamed after him, collapsing, tears streaming down my face. Was there no escape? Would I watch my mother suffer?