Carmen Berzatto Novels & Stories

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

Aurora asked with a grin "Answer my question first silly" Annabella snapped "The manager is not here babe,calm down" Aurora chuckled and Annabella sighed out "Gosh,thank goodness" She said "Why does that car look so familiar? Isn't that the new car the CEO of Classic four wheels just got?" One of waitresses said and everyone faced her "You mean Thadeus?" Another one asked "Exactly...but where did Annabella meets that bullionaire?!!" Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please"

"Oh, you're new here? That's adorable, I could show you around if you want!" That was it for Maria, she was getting this man on her bed. He continued. "we're headed to BEYOND, the agency that manages Natasha... This is fifth and Ruby's." "Natasha? The Natasha?!" She exclaimed. "Yes, you'd meet her if she's available," he commented, clearly pleased. "Oh, I'd love to," she blurted. This was the best thing that had ever happened in her entire life. Does this mean she could meet more of these celebrities if she took the job? Then that she shall. She would take this job and work her very best.

I murmur, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes. Agnes must pause what she’s doing and look at me because she asks. "You have no idea who that woman is, do you, Liora?" Dropping my fork, I lift my gaze to her and shake my head. "Nope," I shrug nonchalantly. "Who is she?" With a mocking scoff, she replies, "That’s the boss’s sister—Carmen Sorrentino. She's been away in Russia on business. I guess she decided to return to New York with the boss, since he recently visited there."

"Hello, I'm Isabella Marconi. Vincent's wife." Vincent had no choice but to force a stiff smile. "This is Carmen. She's one of our popular… dancers." I saw the jealousy and bitterness in her eyes. But she managed a tight smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Romano." My gaze drifted down to her wrist, and I spoke casually. "That's a lovely bracelet. It suits you." I barely hid a smirk. On her salary, that bracelet would take her ten years to earn.

"What? You're too private, Ms. Martin. I wonder who will be the lucky guy?" "Oh... Celine. She hasn't moved on from her ex. Don't ask her." Mrs. Gutierrez revealed. Ex? I wonder who the ex she’s talking about. Or just Rome? "Ex? You had an ex? Who?" Mrs. Antoinette Cartier seemed so intrigued. "None other than Rome De Herrera," Mrs. Gutierrez announced then simply smirked at me. As if I will pathetically play her game… no way! I will not engage with her nonsense. It’s not worth the effort.

I never fail to notice when he occasionally fixes his gaze on my seat, even when he is far away. "Ma'am," Dad's secretary said with difficulty when she approached me. I frowned at her. "Why?" I asked and looked again at Dela Merced who was now looking up because the dresser was putting powder on his neck. Damn that Adam's apple. She explained to me anxiously, "We have a minor problem. The partner of Mr. Dela Merced couldn't come for the shoot because she got chicken pox." I exhaled as I turned to face her. I continued to look at her as I rubbed my temples.

"So, what information did you discover?" I asked the investigator while glancing behind me. Zephanie was talking to Patrizia again. And this time, she was also speaking with my mother. "Zerina Cortez, the owner of Cortez Cosmetics, has been hailed as the businesswoman of the year for consecutive times. Apart from running a successful business, she also founded a foundation that helps homeless people. However, some people allege she uses her foundation for good publicity. Zerina is married to Timotheo Buenaflor, the owner and CEO of Buenaflor Corporation, and together they have a daughter."

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"