Novel & Cerita Carmen Farias

Faria said as I entered the room. Faria is the first woman I met; she is tall, with long red hair and green eyes; I don’t dare open my mouth about her physique. “Can we help you somehow?” Sarah said. Sarah is the third, she is tall, but she comes up to my shoulders, blond hair and brown eyes, an expert in contortions. “Or do you want me to make you a hot bath?” Sabiha said. On the other hand, Sabiha is the second, short but with curvy breasts, black eyes, and hair, is wrapped in an aura of sadness.

They had both been worried about Princess Amira because they hadn't seen or heard from her in a long time and just maybe they'd find out what happened to her. "Thank you for bringing me out of there" Cara said to Fatu "It's my pleasure, I have waited for this day for so long " Fatu said smiling "I dont want you here Cara as a slave" Fatu said "Master, please I'll work for as long as you want me to, there's nothing left for me anywhere else, please don't get rid of me" Cara pleaded "Marry me" came Fatu's request "Yes, yes" Cara replied smiling She felt she had nothing to think about, he'd brought her out of slavery and is offering her something any other slave woman will die for, she'll forev

Sara’s eyes lingered on her twin. Cara sat in the living room scrolling through her phone, hair perfectly styled, nails glossy, lashes long and flawless; everything about her screamed glamour… except for the wheelchair beneath her. Except for the bandaged leg that refused to let her stand. “My dear,” Margaret announced proudly, “I’m back… and I brought your sister.” Only then did Cara finally lift her gaze from the screen. Their eyes met. No smile. No tears. No rush forward.

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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 says softly. Blade growls and runs to her. "God, baby you look so sexy." He picks her up by the waist, spinning her around and she giggles. Carmen comes out joined by Fiona. Carmen's in a tight red dress and Fiona is in a short black off the shoulder dress. Both are total knock outs. Franco whistles. "Damn." He walks over to Carmen. He offers her an arm. "I know I'm not him, but care to join me?"

"Also, refrain from responding to inquiries regarding our marriage. Let me handle the talking.” Carmela agreed, her throat constricted. "Okay." While he approached to greet a group of business associates, Carmela realized she was briefly by herself. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, seeking something to soothe her anxiety. That’s when she listened to it. "She's attractive," one woman murmured, her voice tinged with contempt. "However, let's be truthful—she isn't Elena Carter." “Of course not,” another woman replied. “Damion’s ex-fiancée was stunning, sophisticated. This girl looks like she barely belongs here.”

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

de la Barrera yelled at one of the maids. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. de la Barrera is marrying her.” “She’s cute, right? Hasn’t she changed? Is she the same girl we met?” The maid smiled. “Yes, Mrs. de la Barrera. Miss. Maria Fernanda is really kind. We all love her here. She was so cute when she was on TV.” “Oh! Was she on TV? What? As an actress?” Mrs. de la Barrera sat. “No! She was presenting the new penitentiary center.”

"She is a weakness, although she is much more like her father's prisoner than anything else." "The way of certain Latin men," Lorenzo offered. "Not my way." I snapped my head in his direction, waiting until he held up his hands, taking a decided step backwards. "However, she now belongs to me." "I can help make it easy for you, my friend. My source was... invaluable given his life was at stake. Carmen Garcia is in the country. She will be performing a concert with the Miami Symphony Orchestra tomorrow night. She will also attend a fashion show in Miami in two days." Aleksei leaned over the table. "Two chances to extract your prize."