Danny X Vlad Mga Nobela at Kwento

It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence. One could hardly tell that the conversation takes place between a father and a son. But it is the fact. Dante, although he is not some successful businessman you would see photos on the magazines or the internet, is still considered to be one of the most potential young entrepreneurs in the city because not many could achieve what he has done at such an early age.

I stood up to get myself a glass of wine before my phone rang and I quickly picked it up after checking the caller ID and it a call from Vendetta. I've been expecting her call like forever. I thought she even backed off our plan to ruin the O'BRIEN little by little. *Call conversation* "I thought you wouldn't call anymore"I said. "I've been busy anyway I need you to do something for me" "Sure all ears" "You are wrong about the whole thing"She said. "What do you mean by that? "Rainal has a f**king brother and they are like Ice and water they hate each other guts so much"

Jessica leaned in slightly from the side, trying to catch the low words, brows knit in confusion. Father and son stood locked in a silent, furious staring contest like two predators sizing up who would blink first. No one refuses to back down and Dante clearly wasn’t going to let anyone have their way with him or Aurelia. All of a sudden, Dante’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He fished it out without breaking eye contact. Vladimir. His best friend and the only person he could trust in this twisted world and his political family. He swiped to answer, already lifting it to his ear. Before he could speak- Vladimir’s voice cut him. “Dante.”