Novelas y relatos de Carmen Berzatto

Debra nodded with an assured smile. He walked along the gifts that are mostly from his clients, suppliers, employees and friends, who are sending him a happy birthday. He stopped and picked up a bottle of Catena Zapata Adrianna Vineyard Fortuna Terrae Malbec 2016, renowned for its rich, aromatic aromas, full body and elegant, layered notes known as the number one in the world. He heard his phone ringing, and he went back to his desk and found Carmela calling. “Hey, babe!” She greeted. “Listen. I can’t make it there for lunch. The director decided to create another concept and he wanted it done today so the photographer and the models don’t need to make another schedule. But I’ll see you toni

Selena asked probingly, sticking her index finger out to poke Lorenzo's nose. Lorenzo immediately the forefinger away from his nose while looking at Selena intently. “This is Carmen Newton, daughter of dad's best friend, Dave Newton. I've always refused Uncle Dave's offer to meet his daughter, then today she used a sly way by saying that she was a victim of violence who needed my help. But after I arrived at the cafe, it turned out that Carmen Newton was waiting for me while offering me lunch so that later when her father asked about her meeting with me she could answer the question smoothly. So nothing happened between us. She's just the daughter of dad's best friend,” said Lorenzo honestly

“Eleni, right? I saw you from across the barbecue but didn’t get a chance to introduce myself.” She was at the barbecue for almost three hours, but if Gianna’s strained politeness is anything to go by, now isn’t the time to bring that up. I stick out a hand to shake. “Eleni Calimeris.” She giggles like shaking hands is the funniest thing in the world, but accepts my offer to shake. “Camila Donato. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Her hand is soft, like she’s never done any work, but there’s a strength in her grip I can’t deny. She’s the one who pumps up, then down, and releases.

Zara asked, her lips turning in disgust. “Hi, my name is Carmen Vega,” Carmen said, stretching her hand towards Zara for a handshake. “I am Chase’s manager,” she introduced professionally. Well, I was going to respond to Zara’s question and say no, but Carmen already handled it herself, and she did it quite well. Zara sucked her teeth and said, “Then you can wait outside while I attend to him.” And she didn’t take Carmen’s hand, not even for the sake of courtesy.

she said as she flashed me a bright and flirtatious smile. “And you are?” I asked, watching as the smile on her face froze for a second. However, her reaction was faster than I could imagine as her smile returned in a second. “I guess I got ahead of myself, forgive me.” “I’m Carmen Savio. From Savio industries in Italy,” she said while stretching her hand out for a shake. “Forgive me for not knowing your face, I have heard about your father’s excellent works, is he here?” I ignored her outstretched arm, hoping that she would get the message very quickly.

“You once told me a Caro woman must be the calm in the storm. But what if she’s the storm itself?” Camila set her glass down, fingers trembling slightly, the porcelain clinking with deceptive gentleness. Her gaze moved past Elise, briefly catching her own reflection—an older version of herself, faded by decades spent managing family interests, orchestrating alliances, and quietly steering the intricate politics between Caro influence and D’Amaro power. Camila Caro wasn’t just the perfect hostess; she was the architect behind the family’s survival. She arranged strategic marriages, mediated tense negotiations, and when needed, summoned men like Matteo D’Amaro directly—because she understood t

Rhea's Pov It's been two days since I met Ruby Valtieri and I have to say… That woman is very crazily interesting! It's not even up to a week and my popularity has shot up to the upper echelons. Not only is my name especially known, Carmen has officially started her jewellery company. The women at the tea party had ordered the same jewellery I wore that day, while other women wanted something different, so they commissioned. And in just two days, Carmen did something that might have taken her a whole year to do!

Hands of a little girl, and a heart of gold. Tell me, who wouldn't fall for a guy like him.. . . . Carmen's POV I was standing behind Mr Attitude for awhile now and I gotta say- is he maybe staring a lil too hard at Julios? I brushed that thought aside and tapped on his shoulder lightly. It made him jolt up and turn his direction towards me. "Ms..Castro. What are you doing here?" "Uhm, coincedentally?" "I see." "What are you and Mr Black doing here?"

It was something that we all dealt with within the pack, and that is something that I was more than just thankful for. “Yes, and that is something that I am more than proud to see here today.” She said before looking at Lorenzo who was sitting on the armrest beside Donatello who was watching us. “I do believe that it is time for us to have our little pups their announcement parties. You know, our beta having a child is not an everyday thing.” “We were already planning on having one but with everything…”

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.