Adrianna Lazaro นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her stomach was already hurting because she was hungry, laughing on top of that would make the pain unbearable. “I don’t think so Aisha, she’s after all just the help.” Lydia responded glaring at Sara and Sara shot her a look of her own. “She’s so rude.” Sara groaned as Lydia hit her head. “Get your filthy hands off me, I don’t even know where they’ve been.” Sara shivered just wondering Adriano had made these girls do. He was a pretty demanding lover if anything she had experienced in the last few days were anything to go by. She blushed as she remembered how he had placed her hands on his manhood and forced her to bring him to climax.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

* Adriana walked into the room and closed the door eagerly with a huge grin on her face, she is now a step closer to becoming the Luna which also meant a step closer to the moonstone. "You are so incredible!" Adriana gave him two thumbs up and jumped on him, hugging him tightly. "I know and you were awesome too, I loved the way you replied father, father must be impressed with you. I found us a better Luna" " Did I do that well?" " Of course but now, we only have one thing to think and worry about and that is the competition" Xavier said and Adriana poked his forehead. "A competition? Do you know why I was hired as your personal assistant? It is simply because of my strength" she said to him

"Don't believe him. It takes a village to hide this much laundered money." "And Darcy—Adriana," Santiago corrected. "A family friend. Though since she stopped walking runways, I think she mostly spends her time collecting secrets." "I do plenty," Adriana snapped. "Including keeping this event from turning into a shootout. Hello, Lanka." "Pleasure," Lanka managed. Adriana’s eyes narrowed. She leaned in, her voice a silk thread. "You look different. Did you get work done? Or did the wedding night take the life out of you?"

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Adrian stood between them and said, “this is Sariyu Shamus. A board member of Draknor Finance.” “Not just any board member but the youngest board member of this company in the last hundred years of its history,” Sariyu said proudly. “That’s awesome. You said she doesn’t like your mother,” Elena looked at Adrian. “Why?” “Well… My mom tried to get me married to her,” Adrian said. “What?” Elena was startled. She no longer could smile at Sariyu. She started to see her as more of a competition.

Zariah stood at the podium like a goddess cornered, fire in her eyes but storm beneath her calm. Beautiful. Dangerous. Cracking. He wanted them to see it. He wanted her to feel it. Because Adrian knew her better than anyone else in this room. He knew that beneath the diamonds and silk, she was made of iron and scars. But iron could be bent, and scars could be torn open. And he wanted the world to watch. He smiled at the chaos, lifting his chin. “Ask her about Damian,” he called out suddenly, his voice slicing through the noise. Gasps exploded. Reporters shouted, tripping over each other, shoving microphones forward. “Damian? What about Damian?”

And among the crowd, hidden yet watchful, Ryan observed it all with a heart pounding like war drums. At the center of this charged arena, Aria stood alone. Bound yet unbowed, she appeared small against the backdrop of the massive wooden platform, yet her presence commanded an inexplicable gravity. The wind tugged gently at her hair, carrying the faint scent of incense and fear-sweat from the assembled masses. She lifted her chin slightly, refusing to let the weight of their stares crush her spirit.