Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

These are some of the questions that Maria Solei, Jimena Soler's older sister, asked herself. Maria Soley had a daughter named Sandra, Guy. She had always been in love with Caspian, but due to his bad reputation. She had never dared to approach him, no matter how much she wanted to. When, she heard, about the marriage, of Caspian Hilton, and Sara Cosette, Sandra could not believe it. The man, of her dreams had married, her cousin, it had been almost 2 months, since the blissful wedding, they had had, no information, from the couple, until they were invited, to a family reunion. On the Hilton's side, more, however, Sandra didn't have the courage, to see her cousin with the man, in question. S

The rich assent made her pin a name to it immediately. “Rafaela Santos.” She regarded the uninvited guest with a feigned boldness that amused Rafaela, who could tell from her voice alone that she was scared. “No importa cómo te dirijas a mí, pero lo cierto es que soy la esposa de Pablo. Todavía me eligió a mí antes que a tu culo de zorra. (It doesn't matter how you address me, but the fact remains that I am Pablo's wife. He still chose me over your slutty ass.”

"Are you heard that Solange got pregnant with Marcos?” "Who is Solange and who is Marcos? "I asked, frowning. "Ah, Tasha, for God's sake," said Ellen still giving a sharp laugh. "Solange is that girl who became Marcos' lover, and who almost got beaten by Tereza, who is Marcos' wife. Solange was having an affair with him here in the company, and his wife didn't know. Now Solange is pregnant and Marcos has disappeared from his job. Every day his wife shows up here to see if she finds him, and every day Solange keeps showing off with her tight uniform, saying that her belly is already growing, but it's been about three weeks since she said she discovered the pregnancy. She didn't even have time

“This is my wife Aurora Rosario De Santos Ricci.” “De Santos.” Mona breathed out. “The queen to the De Santos Mafia and to the Ricci mafia and you just hinted you slept with my husband I don’t seem to like that, do you still like Dominic?” “No,” Mona spoke, she knew she had made a mistake and she knew that she was about to regret it. “I had no idea he was married, I am sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.” She said and Aurora smiled.

“I’m not.” She looked between him; her eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay... both of you are insane.” “Aurora—” “No!” she interrupted, taking a quick step back. “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but you must be going crazy. Your story—this whole thing—it’s mad. How dare you say I am your wife when I have never seen you in my life?” Caspian’s lips parted. “You don’t remember anything. “ Our marriage! Our son? The love we shared?”

Even though there was barely a shape of her body and none of her body parts were visible, the sadness in her voice was readily visible. "Before I could do anything, I was killed by the man I loved. I was brutally killed by the man I was carrying the child from. He killed me with the help of his girlfriend. At that time his girlfriend seemed to be a little knowledgable about the power of spirits and their call for revenge. To prevent from my soul from going ahead and revenging them the girlfriend of my husband brought a well-known master who was her guide. It was he who caught my spirit and locked me here turning me into a spiritless person. He also set up many things and remodeled the house.

" My jaw locked, the room tilting violently. Vanessa. I didn't need an explanation; I had seen the old framed photographs hidden in the bottom drawer of his office desk. She was the college ex-girlfriend he had spent years obsessing over the one he truly wanted before my father forced our merger. Seeing her standing here, wrapped in old-money cream wool, shattered the very last anchor of my hope. The pathetic delusion of a happy ending, the fairy-tale life I had bled four years to protect, died instantly. "Get your things out of the master suite," Julian ordered again, his tone clipping the air as he stepped toward me. "Now." "No," I whispered, digging my heels into the hardwood. "This is my

He asked. A train of memories flashed through my mind about Mariella passing out that night in my room, her eyes rolling back in the library, her body almost going limp when Jose kissed her hand. Could it be that Dante was right? “So…” I paused, still thinking over what he had just said. “You're telling me that my wife is a clairvoyant?”

“I began to notice her long midnight chats and calls. I peeped into her chat box one day, and I saw her romantic chats with a man named Lisandro. I never spoke to her about it and I had to hire a private investigator named Scot. He dug into the young man’s profile and he found out he was her ex boyfriend who lives in Mexico. I was flabbergasted, I was grief-stricken, I was crushed. I couldn’t bear the fact that my beloved wife turned out to be exactly like my devilish mother, Amelia.

I shrugged causing Ace, his father and my own to smile and shook their head at my comment. "Is there a reason why Ace and Alexia should go there alone?", My mother asked while walking to us. "I assume you know Melissa." Dad asked Vincenzo as he pointed to my mother. "Yeah." Vincenzo smiled at her which she returned. "Because they want li fantasma and The Mafia leader Italian mafia who is also the best assassin to come to their party." Vincenzo stated. "Oh please—", Daniella voiced interrupted us once again. "Li fantasma is a myth!" She yelled with her fake and really bad Italian accent.