Daniel Phillips Senora Acero Novels & Stories

Angelo Daniel is a reliable guy and we have become the best of friends. I had a really bad start to my day and I was moody for some sort of odd reason. I guess I was still mad at Cleo for not telling me Marc was sending her the flowers and that we both left things on a bad note. Pio and pia continuously asked me if I loved Cleo , and truth be told I love her and still want her to be my wife .

All of a sudden, a thick and solid hand fell on Daniel's shoulder whilst he was still frozen in shock. That palm landed on his shoulder heavily, shocking him out of his daze. Then, Nathan's icy voice sounded by his ear. "Mr. Stephenson, I hope you keep what you saw today to yourself. After all, the fact that your ex girlfriend got herself a husband leagues better than you is an extremely embarrassing thing for you as a man..." Daniel was no match for him. Moreover, he was the largest shareholder of Bilinsk International and the CEO of Clemon Group. Therefore, the only aspect Daniel could confidently win against him was his age.

He looked like a defeated, broken old man. He suddenly realized that Daniel was not the scary one in the Hawthorne family. I was. "You are ruthless," Phillip muttered, opening his eyes to look at me. "Daniel has no idea who he is actually married to, does he?" "Of course, he doesn’t know who got married to. You should be lucky to get a VIP ticket to witness exactly the kind of person I am.” I called and he stared at me as if I had lost it, maybe I have but that doesn’t stop me from speaking, “If you don't sell your shares to me today, you are going down with Daniel. And you cannot afford to go down."

- Resounded Daniel referring to me - Wow, was your hidden plan a bonus for me? Thank you, Seventh. Look if it's not the family together! - He opened his arms happily and sarcastically - Daniel Montenegro-Corfin, bastard of Luna Diana with Antônio Corfin, romantic partner of another anomaly, Amália Gasparian, with the prodigal offspring, Sétima Corfin. A family of noise, all with fascinating stories and... - Let her go.- Daniel interrupted his chatter that amused him so much.

That would help us both, knowing we cheated on each other at the same time! —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I tried Angel’s phone for the millionth time, but still no answer. It was written all over her face that she was lying, she was going to no gym. And lately, she’d been hanging out with my grandfather; my very hot and charming grandfather, John Vittorino. I tracked her phone, and indeed! She was at the same house John used to brag to me about shagging his mistresses in. My heart sank! My thoughts ran wild. I didn't know what to do with myself, rather, I just started shaking. I needed a way out!

As he pulled her into his arms, her heart was finally home. Elsewhere in the city, however, in a steel and shadow-shrouded penthouse, Daniel sat before a bank of screens. He sipped a glass of scotch and listened as Aria's face appeared on every legal blog, every financial analysis, every gossip column. "She won," his assistant gasped. Daniel's jaw locked. "Yes," he answered coldly. "She did." And then he glanced at the face on the screen, Jerry's face, his name attached to a Zurich corporate registration recently discovered by Daniel.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

She was dressed responsibly in a blue mid-thighs gown with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She walked around the class elegantly adjusting her glasses a few times to look at every one of us. "One of you ain't here". Mrs. Lopez Ariana said. "Here I am". Someone said at the entrance. Daniel brought up his face to know who it was. "Alec". Daniel uttered barely audible. "Alec was in school but how". Daniel asked himself. For the last few weeks, he had been looking for Alec. He had to wake up every morning early coz he thought Alec was an early morning person but here he stood at the entrance, not a morning person at all.

“I’m saying you’re chasing ghosts.” Adrian studies him carefully. “Why target Alessa?” “I didn’t.” “You destroyed her reputation.” Daniel shrugs. “She was a convenient narrative.” The words make my hands curl into fists. Convenient. My miscarriage. My accident. My life. Just strategy to him. Adrian notices the shift in my posture. His hand rests lightly against my arm. A silent warning. Don’t react. Daniel watches the gesture with mild amusement. “Protective,” he remarks. Adrian ignores him. “Marcus Dela Torre works for Valez Urban Development,” Adrian says.

he asked, his deep voice controlled but dangerous. Daniel straightened. “Who the hell are you?” The stranger stepped slightly ahead of me, blocking Daniel from view. “I’m Lewis Gray,” he said. “CEO AC STUDIO'S” Daniel’s face fell. I could tell he was wishing his ears lied. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. Lewis didn’t bother to speak to him again—only to me. “Ms. Brown,” he said gently. “I was in the area and thought I’d deliver your contract personally. A woman of your skill deserves more than an email.”