Carter And Zia Novelas e Histórias

Her face turned red when she noticed what he actually meant by that erotic action of his. Her tummy filled with butterflies and she looked down in embarrassment which made him chuckle. He loved making her shy. "You were right that Damien is going to be the best life partner for our Zia, Zae," Cia uttered to her husband with a smile. They both were watching Zia and Damien from a distance, where they found their daughter looking so happy with Damien. Her eyes were speaking at all… that how much she loved Damien and for Damien, their daughter was his everything.

Her face grew paler, her breathing more shallow with each passing moment. “What did they do to you, Zia?” I asked, fear gripping me. “They framed me as the woman who stole Carol’s boyfriend,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Because I overheard them plotting against Shelia. You have to tell Shelia that the one who betrayed her is Marcus Leedon! He’s having an affair with Lucy Winters’ niece, Garcie Milton…” Zia’s words trailed off as she struggled to keep speaking. I couldn’t believe Fiona had been so cruel, but as my cousin, I knew I couldn’t let her and Carol get close again.

The woman said, “Clinton, my boy! I miss you!” “Good afternoon, Mom,” Clint greeted his mother. He guided her to Zia and introduced, “This is my fiance, Zia Martin.” “And these are her parents, Helena and Zachary Martin,” Clint added while directing his mother to Zia’s parents. “And this lovely lady with me is my mother, Carla Bradford,” Clint said with a smile. “This is for you, Mrs. Bradford. It’s so lovely to meet you,” Zia greeted. “Oh, she is so beautiful!” Carla remarked. She cupped Zia’s face and kissed her on both cheeks. “Perfect! She is perfect!”

Carter had this twisted. "I don't give a fuck. Stay with Bella and make sure she's taken care off. Bye." With that, I ended the call not giving him the chance to reply. Looking down at my phone screen, I found Carter's number which Za had sent me a while back just for some leverage on that bitch, tapping on it. I held the phone to my ear, my blood was boiling at this point and all I wanted to do was best the fuck out of this prick. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Ahem, you seem to forget that there will always be another mountain higher than the last. So, no matter how awesome Zayn is, there will definitely be others who are more formidable! Yesterday, the Carters were having their family gathering in the Glitz Hotel. That’s when a group of people walked up to them and specifically said they were there for Zayn. Luckily for him, he wasn’t there at the time, but unfortunately, the Carters were savagely assaulted! I heard that many women were even raped on the spot!”

Zippy said. " I know Zippy. Anyways, I'll head off into my room to freshen up. You guys feel free to walk around," Zia said and got up. Carlos stood after her holding her hand. Zippy walked over to Zia and whispered a few words into her ears. She nodded at her before the two sisters excused themselves to leave. Melissa and her mother watched as Carlos carried Zia bridal style as they went up the stairs. " Zia must have a lot of wealth to take care of these, alone," Melissa commented.

Zach replied, "No need to be scared. She's not dead. She just did something wrong, won't admit it, and is hiding away." "But… Zach, I'm so scared. Can you come back to me? Please?" A wave of bitterness washed over me as I read those messages. Even now, Zach still refused to believe I was in danger. Instead, he was comforting Zayla. I had always known their relationship was more than it seemed, but seeing all their messages like that still made my stomach churn. Zach and Zayla had met in college. The Carter family had been in business for generations. With their vast influence, their pride had grown to monstrous levels.

ZARIA I sat on the couch in our apartment, staring at Rai’s unfinished drawing on the table. A superhero with a cape. My hands shook as I touched the paper. The initial calm I had felt on the phone had completely shattered. Fear sat heavy in my chest now, pressing down until it was hard to breathe. Renzo came over and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His grip was warm and strong. “We’re not stopping. I have the best people looking. Whoever did this will regret it. I swear to you, Zaria.”

Not until she turned eighteen. “Not ever, you dipshit.” Carter growled. I needed to get out of this pack or.. “Or accept Zuri.” Carter said. “Get out of here and miss everyone and be miserable, because you are a stubborn idiot. Or be in love with the most wonderful girl alive and see what happens.” “I know what happens. One of us dies and the other one is left heartbroken.”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.