Charles Montemayor Novels & Stories

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

he said coldly, mockery dripping from every word as he read what I was demanding in exchange for my silence. “Of course. Why pretend to be modest? I don’t want your whole realm, Your Majesty. I just want absolute control of Fairmont City, and once that’s mine... not even you will interfere there unless I allow it.” I said it with my canines showing and my wolf riding close to the surface. Power had always been split between the four families, but my biggest rival had always been Leandro Vasiliev... a pain in the ass standing in the way of my ambitions.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

Ace kissed her cheek before walking to where his brothers stood. “you look beautiful” he whispered, the moment she stood in front of him. Camila grinned. “you don’t look too bad yourself” she replied earning a small chuckle from him. “we are gathered here to witness the marriage of Roman Romero and Camila Santiago” the priest started. He read all the marriage rites and had the couple repeat after him, he led Camila in her vows but when it was Roman’s turn, he pulled out a paper from his pocket. He’d written special vows.