Natasha Nice Widow の小説・ストーリー

Little wonder she pushed the jacket to me happily. “I didn’t ask for your name, dear.” She said, looking in my direction. “Natasha,” I said with a smile. “I’m Pamela, and this is my friend, Nerissa. You might know her.” She lowered her voice before she continued. “She’s quite the hot cake on the news these days.” She said with a chuckle. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “Say what? I’ll pay you double for whatever that jacket is worth,” she said to me instead, ignoring my hand.

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

Andrew replied calmly. Natasha batted her eyes, smiling seductively. "Don't be so modest, Mr. Lloyd. Even if it was luck, you're still a true hero. I've been a widow for so long, and I've never met such a capable young man like you. I hate to admit it, but I'm quite drawn to you." Natasha was indeed bewitchingly beautiful. Though she was older, her skin remained youthful and smooth, rivaling that of any young girl. More importantly, she possessed a mature allure that younger women lacked, making every movement captivating.

Given that Natasha was a defenseless orphan with no power nor influence, she had quite the nerve to insult Natalie. The head bodyguard hurried down from upstairs, followed by some of the other guards who had been searching the rooms together. "Ms. Lovelace, we've searched the entire building from top to bottom. There's really no one else here." "There's no one else?" Natalie's eyes widened. "How is that possible?" Natasha cast her a cold look. Shooting a hostile gaze at Natasha, Natalie asked cautiously, "Does that mean you are the wealthy person who bought a lot of herbs?"

One month ago, when Natasha returned to the city of New York, she reconnected with her high school friend, Bianca, who happened to be Flora's assistant at the Davis Design Hub. And when her wedding approached, Bianca referred her to Flora, who could give her the best portrait she could ever desire. "You ruined my wedding with your referral. You must pay for this damage, Bianca." For one week, Natasha couldn't expose herself to the public. She stayed indoors and mourned the shame that the so-called richest billionaire had brought on her. Her wedding news was all over the internet with different captions that make her heart ache anytime she comes across them. She picked her phone up; her hands

River had never seen anything like this before because women usually open their clothes to show off their boobs. "Sorry, but I can't accept it," said Daisy, which surprised River even more. Because in his entire life, this was the first time a woman had refused a gift like this. "You don't like it?" asked River as he returned the necklace to the box and placed it on the table. To River, the tens of thousands of dollars of necklaces were worthless because Daisy rejected them. "No, it's just... How can a lowly maid like me accept such a luxury gift?" she asked.

An impulse that came naturally and that Ignazio couldn't resist. No one spoke; everyone remained silent, waiting. Then, some time later, people entered his father's room and took their respective positions. The conversations were nothing more than whispers. Ignazio felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and, knowing that the wedding would still take some time, decided to check it, thinking it might be an important message. How surprised he was to see the message on his phone. It was a message from Falisha, his cousin, sending a photo that left Ignazio speechless. It was a picture of Olivia, looking incredibly beautiful in a white gown with a crown adorning her head. Is this his future wife? Wh

Alana Westley hugged Antonella before she could even react. “Evening Alana. Thank you, you look stunning...” Antonella spoke softly. She wasn’t lying. The blue silk dress looked like it was made for Alana’s body. Alana came from new money and these people didn’t really accept new money, but Alana built her company from the ground up when she was only ten. She made her first million at fifteen. They had to accept her brilliance. She owns most of the upper west side now. Another woman spoke over Alana. “Marriage suits you,” another woman said warmly. “You’re such a beautiful couple.”

"Mr. Wyne is the heir apparent to Zonda Group, a leading company of medical equipment in Amaron City. He adores you, and asked me to do him the favor of introducing him to you." It was always a pleasure to be flattered. Natasha flipped her long hair proudly. When she heard that Wyne had some status, she couldn’t help but feel smug. "He looks plain, but he has good tastes." Although these words were offensive, Natasha’s face was enough to excite Wyne. Natasha inherited Olivia's beauty, which was different from Christopher's cool handsomeness. Under the dim light, her delicate face was beautiful and seductive. Her suspender skirt outlined her graceful figure. She was a sexy wild cat, and he wa