Christiane F Book English Novels & Stories

Christian remarked and crossed his arms over his chest, Frida chuckled and smirked. “I want a hot night baby, or I'll cause a scene,” “I won't do anything Frida, I love someone else,” Christian said and left from there. Frida was enraged as she watched him walk away. How dare he deny her, she was beautiful and elegant. Jo's woman would match her standards. In the past, Christian always found a way to flirt with her. But now he was ignoring her. “I'll make sure you crawl back to me,” she muttered through gritted teeth just as her two bodies came to get her. It seemed he had to investigate that little girl. What was so special about her that made Christian deny her body?

The receptionist barely glanced at her as she marched to the elevator, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Christiana’s suite was on the top floor, and Daniela’s heart pounded as she approached the door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked firmly. The door opened, and there she was—Christiana, wore a silk robe, her smile widening when she saw Daniela. “Well, well,” Christiana drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “If it isn’t the dutiful wife.” “Cut the act,” Daniela said immediately “I’m not here to play games. I want answers.”

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Perfect. Christiana reached up and pulled it from the wall. The room went quiet. She held it for a moment, staring at their faces. Then she dropped it. The frame hit the floor with a loud crack, glass shattering across the tile. People gasped. Someone shouted. But Christiana did not stop. She lifted her heel and brought it down on the portrait, crushing it further. "Ugly," she said. Then she turned and walked toward the exit. Voices erupted behind her. Shock. Outrage. Someone called her name, but she did not look back. She pushed through the doors and stepped outside.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

It no longer repels me like at the beginning- She didn't answer and just lowered her head Cristián took the book from her hands, grabbed her by the waist and placed her on his lap without difficulty. -You know you can tell me anything. I am your partner. I can feel your uncertainty, as well as your acceptance of me, but something is not right and I want to know what it is- -Cristián, I- he took a breath- I am not your partner- The wolf looked at her and couldn't make out her expression.

I muttered and Christian turned around, looking at me with softened gaze. "So.." his green eyes bored into mine. "Are you Maria?" Am I Maria? Am I his first wife? Am I the mother to his daughter? "I don't know." I told honestly. "Am I?" Christian sighed exaggeratedly before looking at his sister. "Do you have a proof that she's Maria?" "A proof?" Betty scoffed. "I have more than thousand proof to prove you that she is Maria." *****

I asked, turning to her, but Christiana still looked stunned, staring at the picture of Damian and me. I gently collected the water from her before she spilled it. "Yes, it's Damian," I said. "Whoa! Damian Cole!" Christiana nearly screamed. "The wealthiest man in San Francisco, i really admire him for his humility and kindness, i once applied for the position of a maid in his house but obviously i got there late and another person was employed, i felt so sad because i needed to pay Sabrina s fees but he compensated me by sending one of his bodyguards to give me some cash for my effort, i didn't even get to see him to thank him properly" Christiana said and I smiled.

I stood very still on the back stairs, my hand on the railing, breathing carefully. "She's trying to take you from me," Christiana said quietly. The emotion in her voice was different now—stripped of the anger, leaving something rawer underneath. "I don't think you see it because she's subtle about it. She's been subtle from the beginning. She sees exactly what she's doing, even if you don't." "She's not taking anything." Antonio's voice had softened fractionally. "Christiana—" "Ten days," she said. And then I heard her footsteps, quick and even, moving away down the hall.

“But, Vivienne—” Tristan’s words were cut off when Christian’s muscular hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, gripping it with a forceful jerk that was excessively savage. “Hahaha! Did you hear that, Crown Prince?” Christian sneered with a low chuckle that sounded far too satisfied, stabbing directly into Tristan’s pride that afternoon. The irritation on Christian’s stern face had now been replaced by a wild gleam of victory. “Your woman chose to hand her voluptuous body over to us herself! Move that well-built body of yours aside now before I lose my patience!”