Novel & Cerita Carmen Farias

smirked Brian, looking at the service maid who he evidently was flirting with. "What's for breakfast, Carmen?" began Thalia, taking out a seat for Gaby. "Tortilla chips bathed in green sauce and topped with eggs, plus crema, onion, and cheese," she read, finished with setting the table. "How I've missed home food," complimented Camilo, setting himself up. In a few minutes, Carmen returned with another average-aged lady, and they both started serving.

I obeyed, my hands resting nervously in my lap. "We want to tell you something today," he began, his tone heavy. "And we hope this will finally end your curiosity about everything." My heart raced even faster. I had been waiting for this, for the truth. But now that it was about to come out, I wasn't sure I was ready for it. I nodded, trying to prepare myself for whatever bombshell they were about to drop. "The real Carmen," Mr. Dela Cruz started, pausing as if the words were difficult for him to say, "is very sick. She's been in a coma for over six months."

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

I excused myself to the ladies' room, touching up on my makeup, fixing my hair. A woman had followed in right after me. I remembered Mariano introducing her as Firia, someone's daughter. She applied her lipstick in the mirror as I checked to see if I looked okay. "You think he's gonna fall in love you?" She questioned snarkly, turning to me. I gave her a blank look. "Do you know that he likes to hurt girls in bed?"

"Hmmm Yesha, Callista gave you a piece of paper, and Carmen put it in your bag." "I'll take a look later. I want to talk to you more. By the way, Doc, I just noticed that the girl who was with Callista is Carmen Fuentes right? The famous writer, right? Because her face was hidden yesterday, I only saw it when she stayed in Ms. Haru's room." "Yes, she was that." Yesha was surprised and even covered her mouth with joy and shock. "Why didn't you tell me right away? You know, she's my favourite author, and I always read her books, but let's move on doc. Do you like her?"

Christian stated. “And I still have a lot of questions for you.” “If you don’t want to see Serena, fine. I’ll make sure to prevent that from happening, but don’t go—not in this state and not when I need you!” Carmen suddenly barged through the door and leaned against the frame while she glared at Gina and Christian. “What is this?” She snarled. Christian was afraid that she might’ve misunderstood his words and reached out to grab her hand, but Carmen pulled away and pushed him aside. “What is she even doing here?” She spoke, disgusted.

“I can tell that we’re gonna be good friends. You’re not up for all of the stuffy shit. Love it!” “Let her go, Kare. She doesn’t want to be manhandled - “ Carmen starts, but is interrupted by the woman still hanging onto me. “Womanhandled. Or personhandled, if you prefer. Down with the patriarchy!” Karamea punches a fist into the air before turning to me. “Hey, language matters.” Carmen facepalms, but all I can do is laugh. I like this girl. Coming to stand beside me, Carmen puts her hand out to me. “I’m Carmen, Declan’s mate and Gael’s sister. I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

Standing in the shadows, Sharon could not discern her features, but she knew—this must be the person Jamie had mentioned: Carmen, head of the Lance family and the one who had given her that major order. "Thomas," Sharon said, "did I interrupt you?" "No," he replied. Seeing her curious glance toward Carmen, Thomas smiled. "Sharon, let me introduce you." From the shadows, Carmen stepped forward. Her gown swayed lightly, like faint ripples across a calm lake. Her eyes were like two icy pools of deep autumn, devoid of warmth. Her skin was pale as fresh snow, tinged with a cold ivory glow. Every feature was sculpted to perfection—clear, sharp beauty that even surpassed Victoria in elegance.

"And who told you that I was hiding? She stood in front of her, staring at her from above, intending to remind Eva of her small size and weak tricks, but the latter rushed to her, punching her stomach with her fist, before Carmen could comprehend what was happening, taking a few steps back. The gasps around them rose, and Carmen did not think for a moment before attacking Eva, who repelled her attacks brilliantly, remembering Jayden's instructions to her. To the panic of Eva, she watches Carmen pounce on her with absolute brutality. "Stop! The voice of Sarai, standing between them, called Carmen, who was now under the grip of some other female: "Get out of my house, now and at once. » Carmen

My mother swept in, trailing a terrified assistant who looked like she was ready to be executed. "I told her you were in a war council!" the girl stammered. "Out," I told her, closing the file. Carmen Rivera didn't sit; she perched on the edge of the chair Daniel had vacated, looking at the leather like it was infected. She was a skeleton wrapped in Chanel. Her skin was pulled tight over her sharp cheekbones, her gray hair scraped back into a bun so tight it looked painful. On anyone else, it would be a cry for help. On Carmen, it was a weapon.