Natasha Nice Widow 소설 & 이야기

"Oh my!What do we have here?"Nancy asked, crossing her hands looking at Natasha examining her from head to toe as she was dressed up ready to go out again. Standing in front of the mirror was Natasha White dressed in a red backless gown with a deep v at the center showcasing her exotic breasts,the deep cut at the middle of the gown displayed a bit of the thong which she wore inside the gown. She looked exquisite,her natural beauty came in handy because she didn't apply any huge makeup apart from the red lipgloss,and the eyeliner over her eyes.

She forces a trembling smile. “Oh, you know my situation, ladies,” she sighs, letting her eyelids flutter downward as if fighting back tears. “My poor, darling husband... passed away years ago. He left me with nothing but a broken heart and our beautiful son. Everything I have, every penny that allows me to sit among you wonderful women, comes from my son’s grueling work. It’s been so hard being a grieving widow in this cruel world, but one manages.” A soft murmur of sympathy ripples through the table. Kathy reaches out to pat her arm. “Oh, Natasha, you are so brave—”

"There is a reason for that. We don't really like talking about it, but my friend has a problem with conceiving, so I helped her out. Turns out I'm very fertile, and have an overproduction of eggs." "Thats so nice of you." Maddie gush. I know which friend I can brainwash and manipulate into playing my game. "Yes, I mean. Every woman deserves a child, don't they? Right Natalie? I'm sure that you and Mr Cross must have a young one running around." "I should go. Leo really needs me." Natasha gets up suddenly. I hide my laugh as she throws down money on the table then leaves. 'I'm coming for your man, Natasha. So watch out.’

" But I'm loyal to my late husband " She said sipping the drink from her glass. Aasha's eyes snapped at her as she took her appearance. She was draped in a light golden saree as her hair flowed down beautifully with heavy earing and neck pieces and she had a thick bracelet on her wrists. She applied bold red lipstick and the same color red bindi on her forehead which became a final touch of her showcased authority in her appearance. She looked bold, independent, confident, and beautiful, and was draped in richness from top to bottom. It's not that she is thirsting for richness or jewelry but she's just grasping the amount of difference they have when they both are widows. One was queen while

Wendy called her maid to come sit with her. Initially, Natasha's heart skipped a beat, alle that while she's not comfortable. " yes ma'am I'm coming" Natasha run from the kitchen and sat with Wendy. " you see these watches, jackets and phones, if I get them for my hubby he will be happy about them right" Wendy asked " ye- yes ma'am, I so sure he will love them," Natasha stammered about her reply. " you know, two days from now, will be his birthday, let me order them right now from online." Wendy said so happily.

She said as he handed over Victoria’s picture to him. “It seems like lately Ian has taken some interest in this woman. Her name is Victoria Howler. She is the widow of Wilfred Howler. Initially I thought their relationship is strictly business but rumors and pictures have been circulating lately that indicate otherwise.” She explained. Cedric raised his brow, still not getting his sister’s plan. “Okay, so what are you thinking of?” He asked.

If Natalie looked like a wealthy widow, then Colleen, in her black power suit, white silk blouse and a statement necklace she'd designed herself, was the head honcho of wealthy widows. Natalie couldn't be more proud of her and how far she'd come. She looked so much healthier and happier than she did when they first met. After a few more sessions with Sam and their support group, she'd be as good as new, like the girl in the Polaroid photo Levi had shown her. "All you need now is a pair of dramatic glasses to complete your fabulous wealthy widow look. Honestly, I'd be very afraid if I was Levi." "Maybe if we didn't have two kids on the way, I'd dispose of him, but I need someone for the diape

It was the exact tone he used to shut down unacceptable terms in a boardroom. Natasha finally turned her attention to Elara. She let her eyes drag from the hem of Elara's dress up to her face. "And you must be the famous Mrs. Thorne." Natasha offered a bright, flawless smile that did not reach her eyes at all. "The disgraced Aethelgard scientist. I have heard so much about your situation." She tilted her head, letting a note of fake, cloying sympathy enter her voice. "Everyone deserves a second chance. Or, in your case, a very wealthy benefactor to clean up the mess."

one of them remarked, their curiosity getting the better of them. “Well, that’s not the case this time,” Natasha responded coolly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the Demon Alpha’s wife,” she added, her sharp eyes scanning their reactions. “Yes, we’re just curious. Who could possibly be the lucky girl?” one of the women asked eagerly, her voice tinged with envy and fascination.

she purred, but I could see the slight twitch in her jaw. Adrian took a step forward, his presence rising over hers. “And you’re still as pathetic as ever. Clawing for attention, thinking your cheap provocations will get you anywhere. But let me be clear—my wife is worth more than every dime you’ve spent trying to make yourself relevant.” Natalia’s face darkened. “You....” “I don’t think you want to finish that sentence,” Adrian interrupted easily, his voice now dangerously low. He leaned in just enough to make his point. “Go find someone else to beg for scraps. You’re embarrassing yourself.”