Carmen Farias Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Even he had seen the news on the TV about us.” She frowned. On TV? Did Fernando really not recognize her face but name? That was a petty excuse to give, she was not a child. “No my dear, not me. Andrea was the one who saw the news.” Fernando said. Carmen frowned, were they really telling the truth? It was either they were or the old man was just a pretty great actor. Either ways, she knew they were by the rumors going around and did not care much. “Now let’s fill you up with some of Frea’s recipes!” He chuckled, spinning around and walking to the rhythm of the calm music coming from somewhere around, obviously changing the subject.

“I missed you so much, Cel. Please come back to me. I’ve been waiting for your return for two years.” Celine immediately flung Carmen’s hand away. She chided with a dark expression, “Open your eyes wide. I’m a young lady of the Fishers. My name is Celine Fisher. “If you’re looking for your daughter, it’s Caroline.” Celine grabbed Carmen’s arm, pulled her to the roadside, and gave her a push. Carmen fell to the ground.

Inés repeated flatly. "Of course the media, don't be naive." Carmen finally looked at her daughter, and something like concern flickered across her face before being replaced by determined cheerfulness. "Carlos is a prominent businessman, you're Santiago Alvarez stepdaughter—this wedding is news whether you like it or not. We might as well make sure the coverage is flattering." "How thoughtful," Inés muttered. "I'm just being practical, which is more than I can say for you sitting there like you're attending a funeral instead of planning the happiest day of your life." Carmen's voice took on a sharp edge.

Said the owner. “Oh! Sorry sir, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Carina Chavez, 25 years old. I have two siblings. I was considered being the breadwinner of the family since my dad passed away two years ago and I am the one who will provide for my family's needs, especially since my mom no longer has a helper. They are in the Philippines, I dare to have a good job here in another country and I am lucky to work here. Oh! I'm sorry sir, my introduction is long.” Said Carina.

Zaria could feel the gazes on her, the tension in the room, despite being in the corner. “Your husband has been looking for you hopelessly. Poor him.” They looked at Carmen, wearing a cherry red dress, and approached them. She sat on the chair uninvited and looked at Zaria with curiosity in her eyes. “I thought we were friends. Where have you been?” she pried with fake sympathetic eyes. “Things just happened. It’s not for you to ask,” Zaria coldly answered and she was taken aback. She scoffed lightly. “Yeah. Why are you even here?” Dianne interrupted with disgust. Carmen simply looked at her before rolling her eyes.

“You look like you’re about twelve.” A ripple of light laughter moved through the room, and Carmen joined in without hesitation. Her ginger laugh was soft, poised, and confident. “Thank you for the compliment,” she replied with a playful smile. “I know I look pretty young, but I assure you, I’m also very, very smart, and very capable.” That last part was said with a small, knowing smile, the kind that made it clear she wasn’t just saying it, she knew it to be true. “So,” she continued, “if you need any further information regarding the charitable project, you can direct those questions to me, and me only.”

She left before he could swing. "Jeez! Please..." "Sorry. I observed you conversing with Sarah and..." "That girl has no communication skills. I'm just trying to be friendly with her and... whatever." He swinged his hand. “Friendly??? Is that what you mean?” Carmen said. Silky red hair fell down her back as she pulled at the bun on top of her head. "Carmen...." "What's it...oh, seeing Sarah's face in mine since we got same hair"

That night, Evelyn sat in the living room of their apartment, Jayden asleep against her chest, his small fingers curled into her shirt. Carmen paced the kitchen, already planning dinner like life hadn’t been paused for months. “They’re done,” Carmen said, shaking her head. “Vanessa. Felicia. Halver. Finished. I knew that woman was off from day one.” Evelyn smiled faintly. “You always did.” “And I’ll always trust my instincts,” Carmen added smugly. “Especially about snakes.” Reed laughed from the doorway. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”