Novel & Cerita Boda Liliana Gebel

He knew she was telling the truth, yet Tabitha couldn’t help but wonder how Silas could let his guard down, believing a stranger. However, since Silas seemed to believe her, Tabitha decided to listen to what the lady had to say. “Tabitha's mother didn't want anyone to know that she has been suffering from abuse, and that's from her husband,” Liliana started. “Your mother's name is also Liliana. Liliana Redd is the heiress to the Red company, which was owned by her father. We became friends in college because we bear the same name. Anyone who saw us together would think we were lovers, but we weren't.

I have watched her as she craved attention on a couple of occasions such as on her birthdays. I recall vividly the last party that was held to celebrate her fifteenth birthday. Lilian was dressed in a beautiful blue satin A-line gown encrusted with diamonds and she was wearing a sapphire necklace and earrings. Her hair and make-up were well done which was not surprising because Luna Viola usually hires hairstylists and beauticians to take care of her looks on special occasions. On those occasions, she usually looks pretty. Her fifteenth birthday party was no exception as she looked very lovely. She was the cynosure of all eyes and a lot of men flocked around her as they tried to get her atte

"But if my calculations are correct, I think May, June latest." "A winter baby," Liliana said, a sad smile flickering on her lips as she hugged Marybeth. "I'm so thrilled for you, кума!" Marybeth was touched by her genuineness. "You're not mad at me?" she asked, "for not telling you sooner?" Liliana shook her head, "I'm sure you have your reasons. And just so we're clear, I've decided to do you the honour of being the baby's godmother."

“Don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong. You know exactly what’s wrong.” Behind Gabriel came Liliana, her elegant figure wrapped in a silk robe that probably cost more than most people made in a year. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat chignon, but I could see the guilt written across her refined features the moment she saw me. She knew. Of course she knew.

“She’s not a lot older than us.” “An apartment in California. Is that safe?” I shrugged. “I think the cartel has her guarded. I assume.” “If she’s that young, why is she living away from her family?” “It sounds like she got some freedom with Mia’s help. When I first heard about Liliana, I thought that she was Catalina’s cousin, but Mia explained that she was actually married to Catalina’s uncle. Liliana is like twenty years old, Catalina’s step-aunt, and a widow.”

Liliana poured her anger on the carrots she was chopping. Camilla noticed it as she looked between Liliana and the carrots. She scoffed. "Careful before you chop your fingers too," Camilla quipped. Liliana pushed the tiny carrots into a glass bowl and moved towards the maid who was stirring the soup in the pot. "Silly friend," Camilla muttered, rolling her eyes as she sighted Candela at the dining table pressing her phone. She is dressed in her black bikini and a black net robe, looking extremely sexy.

The flaw Paloma and the Blacklores had once exploited so easily. Liliana, still bleeding from her lips and back, gently pulled away from her mother’s protective embrace. “Baby, no!” Shaina gasped, reaching for her with trembling hands. But Liliana staggered forward on her small, unsteady legs, limping through the crackling golden energy that still surged violently between her father and grandfather. Blood stained the front of her beautiful white and silver birthday dress. Every step sent a sharp jolt of pain through her spine, but she didn’t stop. Her small shoes left faint red footprints on the polished floor.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to wear a wedding dress once. The marriage license is for the baby." Dante held her hand and looked at me. "Stop making a scene. The child needs legal status. Valenti blood can't be illegitimate. It's just paperwork. Once this is done, we'll find another day to register our marriage." While he spoke, my gaze fell on Liliana's right hand. She wore a ring on her middle finger. Silver band, set with a small sapphire. The inside of the band was engraved with "Per sempre, Mamma." It was Mamma's wedding ring. The one she wore when she married Papa in a small church in Catano.

Alexander, now four months old, slept peacefully in Elena’s arms, dressed in a tiny cream onesie. Lila walked down the aisle barefoot, just as Lucian had once promised her on that rain-soaked rooftop. She wore a flowing ivory silk gown that draped beautifully over her post-pregnancy curves — simple, elegant, and sensual. Her hair fell in soft waves, and the only jewelry she wore was the diamond ring he had given her and a delicate diamond necklace that matched. At the end of the aisle stood Lucian. He looked devastating in a tailored black tuxedo, but the usual cold mask was gone. His eyes were locked on Lila with raw, open devotion — the same intense gaze that had claimed her in a hotel roo

Dorian said, his voice urgent. "The only way is you," Liliana’s voice dropped to a low, heated plea. "The healer said my mate needs to… help me. Every night. With your fingers. To help me... stretch. Otherwise, everything we’ve done will be for nothing." I reached the door and peered through the crack. The air left my lungs. Liliana was half-reclined on the bed, her silk nightgown pushed down to her waist. Her swollen belly was on full display, along with her long, perfect legs.