Dolores And Mariano Novels & Stories

Diego whistled. "I am dating your sister" I cut him off looking at him like he was crazy. A knock sounded throughout the room earning all our heads to turn in the direction of the door. "That's everything, Wait for my update" Lorenzo finished as The door opened and in walked María. She was wearing white jeans and a dark Green long sleeve crop top. She looks beautiful as always. I swiftly stood to my feet, My eyes glued to her as she slowly but cautiously entered the room. "Baby sis got him whipped, did you see how fast man's moved then?" Diego laughed, Lorenzo and Marcel Chuckling along at his remark.

I searched his face for any sign of mercy, any hint that this was some horrible joke, but his eyes were dark, unyielding. “If you care about your mother’s safety,” Huracio continued, his voice a poisonous whisper, “you’ll step into her place without question. Smile for the cameras, Katalina. Act like this was your choice.” He sneered, a look of contempt on hís face. “I can't just marry you. You are …” “ I am old ? Is that what you want to say, Kata?” Huracio asked with a glare. I shrinked. I could tell that the words rubbed the man the wrong way.

My hand hovered near the doorframe, fingers curling into my palm. I didn’t knock. Didn’t breathe loudly enough to draw attention. Instead, I whispered his name under my breath once, soft, like a prayer, and walked away. *** DANTE It had only been a few days since Marisol and I returned early from our honeymoon, our escape to Belize cut short by the looming threat. The abrupt end to our time together made one thing painfully clear: getting too close to her had consequences I wasn’t ready to face. Marcos had sent his men to capture her, dragging us back into the fray far sooner than I’d planned.

Dolores told her son. “Besides, I’ve already given a description of those two bastards who also tortured me to your father and Damien is working on it.” “That’s wonderful,” Lucas asserted. “Hey mom, I asked Kiandra to marry me.” “Finally,” Dolores exclaimed in happiness

“Auntie, calm down. Grandma is right. Doing the paternity test will reassure everyone. It’s not as serious as you think.” Darian scolded, “This is the Hollis family. Who do you think you are to speak here?” Dolores’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Darian, do you really hate me so much? Even though I’m not a Hollis family member, we grew up together as childhood friends. Even if there’s no affection, don’t we have years of mutual regard?” Darian was utterly disgusted by Dolores. This woman was just as revolting as the one who had once seduced his father. Ah, he’d forgotten—they were mother and daughter. No wonder they both had such revolting tactics.

Pedro appeared at the kitchen door with a cloth over his shoulder. “Dinner is ready!” Dolores took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. She glanced sideways at the cowboy. He glanced back. Then Pedro placed the dishes on the table, breaking the moment. Slowly, everyone started talking about their workday, the horses, and the storm that was expected later that night. And Dolores noticed that these men were tough, big, strong… but also gentle, loyal, and nothing like anyone she had ever known. Curiously, Dolores asked:

Finally and fortunately for everyone, David Del Valle, decided to speak out and help the cause that so distressed the twins; - My father is in the United States of America, and given the circumstances, he must be in one of his dens, which is in. - Say no more, dear Mexican," said Maria, sarcastically, "I will take you right now to the neighboring lands, where we will expand the information. They prepared everything for the trip. Maria De La Cruz, gave all the charge of the pink business to Emiliano Romero, and before leaving, they made love again, they sealed their relationship formally, if she was left alive, their names would be cleared, to live it in total freedom.

Santi approached him and whispered something. "It was… okay, po. We had a fun trip, po," Manuela replied, smiling at Don Victorino. "That's good. Then I'll have to wait to see the results of that honeymoon trip," Don Victorino said with a wide grin. Nothing happened, Don Victorino. Please don't wait, Manuela thought. "I'm leaving," Uno announced, causing Manuela to look at him. "You just arrived with your wife, Joaquin? Shouldn't you be resting with Manu—"

“I merged the families, just like you wanted.” He stared at me, his eyes growing wide. “Did you marry Roman?” I shook my head. “No, not Roman. He’s dead.” “Dead?” he asked. “I killed him,” Domenico said from the corner of the room. My father sneered at Domenico. “I see you survived.” I held up my hand featuring some random ring. It was a prop, our wedding not until the weekend. “As I was saying—I merged the families, just like you always wanted.”

Father said as he took me closer to Manuel and the other men. What?! "This is Mr Salvatore and his son" Manuel said and I almost fainted. Filled with shock and confusion I could only hope my face did not betray what I am feeling. Dread filled me from my head to the tips of my toes. This who am supposed to marry? My eyes kept going to the younger man. "Dolores Blanco, I must say you are as lovely as they say." the older man said as brought forth his hand. I must have stared at his hand for too long because I felt a slight nudge at my side before I manage to regain my bearings.