Casita Madrigal Encanto Novels & Stories

Isabella said smoothly. “Take us home. I want Alejandro to meet him tonight.” My head snapped toward her. “T-tonight?!” “Yes. Why wait?” My palms went sweaty. I spent the ride fidgeting, twisting my fingers until they hurt. When the car finally slowed, my eyes widened. The Castillo estate wasn’t a house. It was a villa. White stone walls, fountains lit with golden light, windows stretching taller than the building I lived in. I gawked shamelessly.

My heart kept throbbing hard and I continued to picture Santiago either pulling a trigger to my skull or throwing me off a cliff . My palms turns cold and I allowed my mind play different tricks with me. Tiffany's cheerful laughter filled the air again and I wondered if she just heard my thoughts. I glanced briefly at the sweet bond between the father and daughter and I doubted if Santiago would ever hurt me in front of his daughter. I took a deep breath and I hoped I was right but then I heard the car's screeching to a halt. I glanced around and realised that we were still within the estate, but it was an unfamiliar part. In front of us was a grand building with an inscription Castillo De D

Ursula stared in disbelief at the figure of the man who had just introduced himself in front of her as the owner of the castle she was visiting now—Albert Bertoldo, sitting in his chair. His existence was beyond her expectations. She thought the owner of this ancient castle was an old and unattractive person. Instead, she found the young man with his dark hazel eyes—a sign that the man was a pure-blood witch—and a friendly face, welcoming her enthusiastically as soon as she arrived at the front of the room.

She wasn’t a princess or queen and did not deserve to be treated as one, not after she had made my life a living hell but I had to do it, to keep my image. The shutters of cameras became much as soon as Sandra came out of the car everyone wanted a picture of the new flavor of the month. I didn’t give them that luxury though, with my hand at the small of her back I led her inside the big mansion—no scratch that, a freaking castle. The Castillos have a certain way of throwing a party, they try hard to be subtle about their wealth but it’s impossible not when everyone knows they came from old money. We walked into the room where the main event was taking place and were immediately welcomed by t