روايات وقصص ضمن Cast Of Amor Manchado

She flinched when she heard that voice coming from the dark. "Master..." She muttered, looking for him in the dark room. "Open your eyes well... You're about to witness what I'll do to whoever touches what's mine" He said and the light shun on the man Amour's eyes widened. The man was tied down nakedly on the chair. He was unconscious but the light that shun on him made him wake up and the first person he saw was Amour. "I'm sorry!! Please forgive me, I'll never ever do such things again!! I was drugged!! Boss, I'm sorry"

She wasn't able to escape until Leandro Amor took fancy on her and buy her out to be his wife. Leandro was a gang lord's son but he wasn't cut out to be one. He was by nature a nice person eventhough he has a terrible temper when he got angry. One night his father took him on an operation against a rival gang.that was the last time she saw the real Leandro. His father and him believe to have died during an encounter.but her husband's body was not found. Then Jane fall into the hands of Cisco, not knowing it is Albert in disguise.

“Amore, I-I love you! I love you!” “I don't know which of your two selves loves me! Eldifonso Suarez is not that person because he showed me far from what I know love is! And not Eli Madrigal because he cheated on me! Now, you just showed me what kind of man you are, Eldifonso!” “T-There's no Eldifonso Suarez, Amore! Please, listen,” he begged me.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

Looked at my torn and bloody clothes and didn't even flinch. I loved the fact that a man could see a woman in this condition and not balk. Not care. he didn't even look at a torn-up Quintez. Or asked about the man who was bleeding out on the car seat. "My mate is Camilo Amador." I argued, letting anger seep into my voice. He still didn't flinch. On the contrary, he let go of his gun. Touched the walkie-talkie he had hooked to the gear on his chest. I narrowed my eyes at him.

Eryx responds, standing up. “But Eryx, you haven’t eaten your food yet. Why are you leaving so suddenly?” Revilla tries to stop him. “It’s okay, Bunny girl. I’m not hungry. I’ll eat when I get home,” Eryx says, turning to leave. As he walks, Amy glares at Revilla, but they don’t notice. “Who is she? She seems close to Eryx,” Braylon asks, feeling uncomfortable about their interaction. “She’s Amy, the only daughter of the Richardson family, and Eryx’s fiancée,” Alex explains with a deep sigh.

Hero greeted them and helped them to collect their things out. When they arrived in the Amore Resto, the other couples were already sitting in the designated tables. Each table were decorated with different colors. Andria and Carter were sitting in the side of the black table. It was adjacent to Pollyie who was sitting alone in the table covered with indigo. Maybe, the mystery guy did not arrive yet. Tiffie’s twin was already busy talking to Jake in the pink table. Elaine and Lowell were sitting farther at each other in the brown covered table. Miriam was looking at her mobile phone while Fritz was staring at her in the blue covered table. Later on, Eriana led the two last couple in the gree

We rushed out of the lobby and up to the padlocked fence, where I pushed Javier up against the fence and kissed him again, both of us laughing and tickling each other. “I have to open the lock, mi amor.” He pushed away from me and turned toward the gate. “Javier?” The voice was an older man’s, tinged with Spanish. We both looked out toward the street. “Señor Collazo,” Javier said. What followed was a rapid-fire exchange in Spanish, too fast for me to follow much. I gathered that the man, bald with a thin mustache and goatee, was a contractor who worked with Javier, that the small, slender woman with him was his wife. But that was it.

The next day, Isabella was getting ready for work when she got a message from Luciano. When she read it, it sounded so formal that she began to wonder if he was going to ever forgive her. “He called me Miss Isabella Jimenez?” She said as she put on her pink suit trousers. A frown appeared on her face as soon as she remembered the content of the message. “Luciano always call me Amor.” “He is angry, that’s why,” Manuela suggested. She knew that whatever was going on between them will be resolved soon. Her concern shifted to Paul Reyes. How was he doing?

Luca came last — the shadows behind the storm. The club pulsed with crimson light and low bads. Smoke curled in elegant spirals through the air. At the far end of the lounge, a tall man stood with crystal tumbler in his hand, his face lit by a slow, mocking grin. Santiago Cruz. Amara didn't blink. She walked straight to him. “Did you miss me?” She said flatly. He took a slow sip, eyes dragging down her form like a predator sizing up his kill. “I missed your mother,” he said.