Murphy X Mitzi Romane & Geschichten

“You made my life miserable for months. Acting innocent while everyone worshipped you like you were perfect.” My brows furrowed. “I never—” “Don’t lie!” Murphy snapped loudly. The surrounding guests began to turn toward us. Whispers spread through the crowd. Murphy stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. “You think I don’t know how you manipulated everyone? Playing the victim while secretly trying to keep Kit tied to you.” “That’s not true,” I said firmly. She scoffed. “Oh really? Then why are you here?” “Because you invited me.”

We stop by the kitchen to grab beers before heading into the living room to play some video games. “So Axle, did you figure out how to get in the new girl’s pants yet?’” Ethan asks. “Maybe. Mrs. Murphy paired us together for English Lit.” “Lucky bastard,” Ethan says. “Yeah, but I get the feeling she’s gonna make me work for it.” “Oh really? You mean she didn’t just ask to suck your dick right then and there?” he jokes. “No she didn’t.” “Did you get her name at least?” “Yeah, it’s Six”

He gives a wide tooth grin as our waitress immediately comes over while the hostess walks off. “The Italian Trinity has arrived,” Misha exclaims. “Come, sit, let’s get a bottle of wine. I assume you like wine?” “A Malbec, please.” Violetta sweetly requests. “You heard the lovely lady,” Misha says to the waitress who nods her head with a smile before walking off to fulfill our request. “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. I know it may have caught you off guard. That was not my intention. I had planned to reach out to you when I had things more controlled with the filthy Mexicians who I believe may have sent that man to attack you, Violetta. When I heard that you thought I could be behind

They have started drinking. Because of the glass wall, we can see the entire Fortis. It looks cool. I gave them all a fist bump. Lev lifted his glass of wine to me, acknowledging our presence. "Where's Elliot?" I asked them. Elliot's brows did not meet mine when we arrived, which was a miracle. With a flick of his wrist, Lev gestured towards the connecting door. The sound of pleasure filled the air. I peeked at the slightly open door, and I saw him banging a woman from behind. Elliot was still looking up and enjoying what he was doing. I opened the slightly closed door. Holy crap! I grinned widely and folded my arms, looking at Elliot. I stood in the middle and watched our lawyer having sex.

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.

I want to stay by your side, to be your woman! As she spoke, Evangeline ripped open her clothing and threw herself at Murphy. "Murphy, take me! I love you! I truly love you! I'll do anything to stay by your side!" However, her desperate embrace was met with nothing but Murphy's unrestrained disgust. With a swift kick, Murphy sent her sprawling to the floor. His face was filled with loathing.

Murphy smiled at the two men and appreciated them one after the other, “Thank you so much, gentlemen. My name is Murphy Newton. I work with the Next Generation Bank.” Dr. Summer stretched out his hand for a handshake and introduced himself. After the handshake, Murphy did the same with Ben and gave Sean an encouraging smile. “How are Dylan, Elias, and the rest?” Mr. Miller asked. Murphy smiled dryly and answered, “They have the same information as I. There is so much to talk about.” “I see.” “Yes. Just get well. Okay?” “Thank you for your concern.” “You are welcome. I am so happy to see you. Permit me to return to work,” he said and got up.

Anna's POV Peter shifted uncomfortably, his professional demeanor cracking under my scrutiny. "Miss Shaw, Mr. Murphy specifically asked me not to worry you with unnecessary details." "I'm already worried," I snapped, gesturing at his injured arm. "Spill it. Now." He sighed in defeat. "Mr. Murphy wasn't attacked. He's completely fine." Relief flooded through me so intensely my knees nearly buckled. "He wasn't hurt?" "No, Miss Shaw. Mr. Murphy is uninjured." Peter's voice softened slightly. "He didn't want you to know because he thought you'd blame yourself, given that he was out getting your favorite dessert."

"Same face. Same eyes. Like looking back in time." "Except we get to watch this one grow up," Maria said. Her voice thick with emotion. "We missed Mateo's childhood. We won't miss Marco's." "No," Beverly signed. "You won't. He'll know his grandparents. His uncle. His aunt. His whole family." Murphy entered on his crutches. His leg still healing but mobile enough now. "Can I meet my nephew?" he asked. "Come see him," Diro said. Murphy hobbled over. Looked down at Marco. His tough exterior softening immediately.