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Chapter 141: "How does one greet the enemy like a friend?"
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[Juliette’s POV]But before Ralph could say the next word, Liandro turned to Ben and said, “Listen. I need a PA. And I need one fast.” I snorted inside. He’s trying to make Ben look bad in front of Ralph. I’ve seen this happen so often back at Lux Corp; the people who use this method to get ahead in their career usually eat alone during lunchtime. “I told you the recruitment drive has just ended,” Ben explained, surprisingly in a calm tone, which didn’t match the annoyed line of his brows. “It’ll take a few days to sort out the data for an analysis.” Liandro switched to Ralph. “See what I have to face everyday?” A finger shot up at Ben. “Wait. Wait. And more waiting. Jesus Christ, Ralph! How are we gonna get things moving if the gardener son here works like a fucking snail?” Ralph looked like he wanted to strangle Liandro, and Ben looked like he’s gonna help. “Let me help,” I said. And the Emperor’s clothes snorted a derision, shaking his head at the floor. “This is no business
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[Juliette's POV]I reached for the opening of his pants. Buttons. The simplest kind of fastening. Yet… I can't… seem to get… it… out—oh God. His lips. They're on my breasts. Nibbling… sucking the plumpness of my flesh there. "Mmph!" A moan slipped from me. Another wave of bliss seized me. I paused to let the sensations simmer then I returned to his pants. The button is almost coming out—and I inhaled sharply His hands had slipped under my blouse and were caressing my abdomen, feeling, stroking and gliding, to and fro. God, his hands… Why do they always feel so good?I pushed myself forward, to feel more of his wet lips, and another moan of bliss escaped through my lips. A shudder later, my insides itched stronger.I pulled back slightly as my fingers sprang alive again, hurrying, pushing the button out of its latch. Finally, his pants came undone, and—ha!—Ralph slid those magic hands around my waist to my back as his lips moved lower…."Mmm…." I whimpered, feeling frustrated. I
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[Juliette's POV]Five days later …."But the guy's from Harvard!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "That's not qualification then I don't know what is."Ben sighed. "Director Filipo's words were 'so why is a Harvard graduate doing with us instead of Lux Corp?'"I grabbed my forehead in exasperation. "Jesus Christ…. I didn't go to him. He came to us! He applied for the position. He's from the list that you gave me!" What the hell is wrong with these Virtus idiots?! This is the sixth director asking for a change of PA. The first one was 'too goody two shoes'. The second one was 'too scholarly'. The third one 'looked like a boiled cabbage'. The fourth is 'an asshole', and the fifth 'a smartypants'. I kneaded my forehead. "Seriously, Ben. They are the best amongst the lot." Another helpless sigh came through. "Maybe if we told them that Ralph—.""No!" I quickly rebutted. "Let me handle this. Please.""What are you gonna do?" "I'll make a spreadsheet. A list of all the candidates. And give a
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 147: "I never kid about you, kitten."
[Juliette’s POV]So Monsieur altered the dress as I was doing hair and make-up. By the time I was ready to put on the star of his latest collection—a wedding gown that resembled the majestic grace of a waterfall of stars—he had trimmed the hem, tightened the waist, and released the plunging neckline. The result was a gown that snuggles comfortably around my bodice like a camisole, with soft, almost translucent fabric cascading from my waist. As the stylist gave the dress one last check, I looked at myself in the mirror, and my breath was taken away. Monsieur’s dresses are really a work of art: I look like some goddess in a dress sewn out of stars and mist, and a magical waterfall. When I stepped out of the dressing area into the light, everyone was staring in disbelief. “Purrfect…,” Monsieur whispered in awe. “Zis is my vision….” He gave me a light hug and pulled back. “You realised my vision, Juliette!” My lips were quivering as I spread them into a confident smile. Inside, it
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 148: "He needs to hear it."
[Jewel’s POV] “Stop this car at once!” Jewel screamed on top of her lungs, tugging and pushing the door handle as though she wanted to unhinge it. She's that desperate. She can't leave just like this! She can't leave Ralph with the conclusion that she sabotaged his plans on purpose—she didn't! Okay. So she has problems with punctuality. She hadn't been on time for all rehearsals. But that means nothing! Ruining the fashion show was never her intention! Why would she? Her livelihood now depends on it. Ralph is wrong about her! Jewel would never sabotage the show for that bitch Juliette. No, that bitch isn't even worth it. The feisty Virtus Director unlocked the door for the tenth time. And swiftly after she did, the maniac driver, Ralph's second right hand man, locked it for the eleventh time. "ARGH!!!" The Director bellowed like a crazed lioness, shaking the door in raw fury. "Take me back to the show, you piece of filth! You'll pay for this, I swear!" "The CEO's orders
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 149: "I can't look at a couch again"
[Juliette’s POV] The walls to the presidential suite are soundproof—extremely. And Ralph knows about it really well. “What was it you wanted to ask me, kitten…?” he breathed, blowing his warm breath against the bud of my clit. "W-What…?" I swallowed and inhaled sharply. What did I want to ask—I… I can’t remember—mmph! A shiver of heightened anticipation shot up my back. A tiny whimper slipped through my lips. My trembling lips, threatening to part and let out a moan of delight, but I wouldn’t let it. It’s embarrassing enough to have my thighs spread this wide—I could feel the plush back cushion of the couch against my knees. It’s even more embarrassing to feel his fingers spreading my wet folds and seeing his face buried deep between my thighs and feeling all his features pressing against my most vulnerable spot. Embarrassing and fucking hot at the same time. “Kitten…,” he breathed again in a warning tone, this time his lips came upon the swelling bud of my desires.
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[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
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