Todos os capítulos de Married To My Mother's Fiance : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Huracio.As always, Pecan's lights are dazzling. Unlike other days when the rich and affluent frolic around, indulging in the fresh breeze, tonight, it is bustling like a marketplace. Lots of cars started arriving at 6 pm, and by 7 pm, all major news outlets were on site, ready to document what has been tagged as the biggest real estate contract for the next ten years. Salvatore insisted that we make an appearance together, therefore, I had no choice but to leave the club with him. Arriving at Pecan, all I could think about was how excited Katalina was the last time we were here. I relived all our conversation that day. She was upset about her Mum, I got mad, and fucked her until she squirted all over herself in the elevator. Then, we had lunch, and we went to that rock where I had everything set up. It was so beautiful…If I had known that she would go missing the very next day, I would have locked her up in that room, never letting her go. I carefully stepped back when reporter

Huracio “You finally decided to show up?” Salvatore glared at me the moment I stepped into the club. Didn't wake up until midday. I woke up hungry as hell, — with a cold, and a slight headache. Returning to the club, I found Salvatore angry and waiting for my return. “What is it?” I asked groggily. “I thought we had a deal?”“What deal?” “Huracio!” He growled. I have not seen him snap like that in a long while, but I wasn't even bothered. Whatever was hitting my head was relentless by the time I got home, and I was seeing double. Therefore, his anger got nothing on me. I just wanted to lie down and wish the headache away. “I had Celine with me all night, but you were nowhere to be found. Where did you go?” Ignoring him, I made to go past him, but he grabbed me and shook me. “I am talking to you.” He sneered. “I really can't do this now, Salvatore.” I whimpered as a chill buzz all over my body. I was trying not to shiver despite how cold I felt. Probably because of my voice

Huracio “Have you gone through the documents?” Salvatore barged into my office and asked on a Monday morning, two weeks after the signing banquet. “What documents?” I retorted without looking up. “...” When I got no response, I glanced up to see him glaring at me while chewing his jaws. Realizing that he was serious, I dropped my pen and huffed. I then opened my email to see that he had indeed sent over some files four days ago. “Why did you send me this?” “Have you read it?” “I am just seeing it.” “Huracio!” Salvatore glared, finally stepping into the office and closing the door. “What?” I snapped back. “I just resumed work today. If it was so urgent, why didn't you give me a heads up?” “You are becoming more unreasonable.” “Who is unreasonable here? You gave me a fake lead. You made me go round in circles for days, finding nothing.” He walked over and sat in the chair facing me. “Renald and I have collectively agreed to let you and Celine handle the first phase of the M

Katalina“David!, David!” It's Saturday and I was on the balcony knitting a sweater when I noticed that the house was too quiet. Looking around, David, my four year old, was gone. Just a few minutes ago, he was playing with a green croc toy on the other side of the balcony. I listened for any rustling sound, but got nothing. I called out a couple of times, yet, nothing. This on a normal day means that he is getting the house messed up.I dropped the wool and stood up. Opened the door and stepped into the house. The living room was empty, and it was eerily quiet. “David, where are you?” I hurried to the kitchen, but it was also empty. Two days ago, he snuck into the double-door fridge, trying to get the chocolate we bought at the mall that afternoon. I had intentionally placed the chocolate box on the highest shelf in the fridge, but David figured out how to climb up to retrieve it. It was the loud noise of his crash that alerted me to it. And t

Katalina “Mummy, I don't want to go to school anymore!” David held my leg and started crying.“David, baby. Didn't you say you are a big boy, and that you want to become a pilot?” “Yes, Mummy.” He pursed his lips and nodded. Balls of tears rolled down his chubby cheeks, while his bright eyes gazed at me like that of an aggrieved puppy. “If you want to be a pilot, you have to go to school. We talked about this. You promised you would go. You promised you would be a good boy. Remember, big boys don't go back on their words, right?” “Right, mummy. But let's come back tomorrow. I don't want to go today.” He insisted, stomping the ground.Checking the time, it was already 8:28 am. I woke up early to avoid running late, but with David throwing tantrums, I started contemplating calling my HR to let her know that I would be running late. “David, dearly. I really have to go to work. Be a good boy and stay in school, okay. See, there are so many kids to play