Novel & Cerita Edsel Sandoval

[EIGHT WEEKS LATER] After that lunch, all the truths came out, and things changed too much. On the one hand, my father has convinced Alejandro not to go to New York. Now they're making up for a lost time as father and son, so Alejandro has moved into his house and accepted the offer to work with him. Alejandro presented his resignation to the DEA and handed over the shares of what are now the pieces of Sandoval Enterprises to his half-brothers.

Sandoval. "Hi, you can call me Mother, Mama, or Baby," biro ni Mother kay Martin at nanatili lamang ang seryosong mata nito na nakatunghay sa kanya. "Pumasok na tayo sa loob para makakain na rin itong si Gieselle," anunsiyo ni Mr. Sandoval. Nakaalalay pa ang lalaki sa kanya habang papasok sa marangyang bahay. Pero ang gusto niya'y bumalik na sa sasakyan at pasibarin na ito ng takbo palayo.

Sander, ignoring my signal for him to disappear, followed us inside the trailer like a puppy nosing for gossip. “I’m Sander Lorenzo.” “Cali Reed,” Princess reached for his offered hand, “I brought lunch.” She set the bag on the table and started unpacking the food containers. I glared at Sander when he sat on the single sofa while Cali and I occupied the couch. My annoying friend shrugged his shoulders, “don’t you have a date with your girlfriend?” “Nah,” Sander retorted, “I wanna see this…” he pointed between me and Cali, “… sweet side of you.”

Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking. “You are right about that one,” Luna Claudia said, and Mario wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looked at Ezra who was standing on the windowsill from the outside, staring out at the people. It was a habit that he often had, a trick that he taught me whenever he wanted to run was to jump out of these heights, and though I knew that I might never be as good as he was, I knew that he was impressed by how fast I learned. But then again, having a father like mine, despite not telling me who he was, I was still forced to train, athletically at least.

"He won't be your prince charming if he's not sure you know he's your princess"—Demi Lovato. Eduardo was in California negotiating a new five-star hotel and resort. He had been there for a week and was furious that everything was moving so slowly. He wanted to get back to New York as soon as possible to keep a close eye on other businesses and to see how Camila's "management crash course" was going.

“Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Saavedra. I am Fred Delos Santos, son of the former Magsaysay Counselor Wilfredo Delos Santos.” Almost immediately, his eyes briefly widened. Miguel was surprised. He couldn't recognize him at all. The male in front became taller and bigger the last time he saw him. Far from what he looked like during his college days. He estimated that Fred was at least two inches taller than him. His skin got lighter due to America's cold climate. His mood dampened. “What do you want, Mr. Delos Santos?” “I came here to say that you are an asshole,” he answered.

I nodded my head because I was truly lucky. “The boy is impressive. I watched him and Salvatore shape the cartel into the largest in the state. If the boy wasn’t so loyal to blood I would take him as my second. I want him as my second but I know family over everything. The things we could do together. Look at what he did to the Saxstan cartel. He burnt it all down, three weeks, three fucking weeks. And Carlos cannot even get the Ortiz scum in line, the fucking Ortiz!!” Eduardo shouted, getting heated up only for him to close his eyes, shaking his head. He took a few minutes and I patiently waited, not sure what he wanted from us but I was getting worried. “Anyways, Elio is in Cereso. I know,