Romans & histoires Natasha Nice Widow

“She usually hates every nanny who enters her room.” ​Valerius folded her arms. “I’m not a nanny. I’m just someone desperate enough to need your money.” ​Gideon’s expression darkened slightly. Again, she sounded nothing like the Evanthe he remembered. And yet, everything about her face still felt painfully familiar. ​Valerius sighed tiredly. “I already told you,” she said firmly. “I’m not your wife.” ​Gideon stared directly into her eyes. Then his voice dropped lower. “You can lie to everyone else if you want.”

Natasha dismissed them with a hand gesture and focused her gaze on me as she continued to rub her feet on my dick through my trousers. “Do you want to eat me or this?” She asked, her eyes not leaving mine. “I—” “You can only pick one, Mr. CEO” Natasha took a bite of her toast and moaned, licking her lips seductively even though she smeared nothing around them. “I need to go get something inside” She got up lazily, as if someone was forcing her to. When she stood up her gown became visible. It was a blue silky gown that hung high above her thighs. She spun without pulling it down and cat-walked to the stairwell swaying her hips as she mounted every step, all the way up.

Johanne was quite humble, her clothes showed that, but she was very cultured and beautiful. Her blonde hair and slim figure showed natural beauty, but that wasn't the most important thing; what captivated him was her charisma and the urgency to find someone to take care of her son. "Sir, I assure you that if you hire me, I will do my best to be the best nanny for your son, I'm very patient." "Look, this is the salary." He hands her a sheet with the employment terms; she almost lost her jaw at the amount, but she composed herself, she couldn't show her real need.

However, the more she met Antony, the more she was captivated by the charm of the billionaire widower and the more she desired something deeper. Yes, Anastasia changed her dreams from becoming a famous model and actress to being the wife of the billionaire widower. She hoped that through their frequent interactions, she could make Antony fall in love with her. After all, who wouldn't want to be the first and only daughter-in-law in the Quirino family? An Italian family that was clearly very wealthy.

Pushkin and Winning his favor. "Surprised?" Violet asked with a sardonic smirk across her lips. There's no way she's forgetting the humiliation she experienced at Mr. Pushkin's ward that day. Not only did Natasha disguised as her, Natasha even won Mr. Pushkin's favor. She's never forgiving that. Natasha exhaled and took steps closer to her desk, "Good morning." Violet didn't respond, instead, she was watching her as though she will devour her. "I have the capability to fire you."

Natasha wore a Chanel-style suit, and wherever she went, there was a pleasant fragrance in the air. But this fragrance was the scent of perfume, Dawson thought, not as pleasant as the one on Lorraine. Damn, why am I thinking of her again? "Mr. Mercer," Natasha greeted. Then she sat next to Ryan, intimately linking her arm with his. "Mr. Mercer, is your wife doing well?" "Mrs. Mercer was really a nice person, and if you don't mind, I would love to be friends with her." Natasha was a bit scheming. She thought that Lorraine had no significant background and could be recognized by the Mercer family, and was also the legitimate wife.

“Learn to enjoy the perks.” I stared at her, hollow, my chest on fire. For half a second, I had forgotten, forgotten that in exchange for losing Olivia, I had signed myself over to this viper. Natasha smiled, wide and cruel, like she was attending a celebration instead of my funeral. “Cheer up,” she teased, crossing her legs, her perfume curling into the suffocating air between us. “You’ve just secured your throne. You’ll marry me. Daddy will be pleased. And you know how it goes…” She leaned closer, her lips brushing dangerously near my jaw. “Julian always gets what he wants.”

“You look like a queen, Nina.” “We’ll take it,” Julian said firmly. “And the other ten pieces she picked out. Ship them to the estate.” The ride back was quiet. I felt exhausted—not from shopping, but from the weight of the black card in my bag. Each swipe felt like surrendering another piece of my independence. When we entered the estate, the sun was setting, casting gold across the marble floors. I still wore the midnight-blue dress; Lila had insisted I wear it home “to show Daddy.”

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

“ After all this dressing, I’m just gonna sit here and wait to be called out like a dog? No way! “ he hmphed and crossed his arms aggrievedly. But regardless of his unhappiness, he didn’t leave his room rather he sat his round buttocks on his bed angrily as he waiting to be called. His phone buzzed , he picked it up and glanced at it, it was a notification of the most trending topic on newstip, a blog he followed. It’s headline: The most handsome Widower in the Elite party! This is a click bait Bash gladly fell for and wasn’t disappointed as he saw various pictures of Storm in his suit. His mouth dropped to the ground, he thought this man was handsome but this is just above human beauty, he