Eva Longoria Novels & Stories

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

The whole place fell silent as her heels clicked on the tiled floor. She was dressed in a red dress as always and her well styled wavy blonde hair fell on her shoulder. She's the envy of most women and the desire of most men. Eva Guerrero. The thirty five year old very beautiful billionairess who is the talk of the whole country and many other countries. She spent a lot of years in America and the United kingdom. Now she's back in her home country in Madrid, Spain. Now that's she's back home, she plans to expand her wealth and power.

turning to leave. "They won't care about me, Eliora. They’ll care about the fact that you’ve been lying to everyone for three years." She leaned in, her voice a poisonous thread. "Do you think the media would take it? the famous Eliora is the wife of Kian and the mother of his child?" How she found out about the Ezra, I don't know. But I am not going to let her come close to him. But the weight of the secret, the secret of Ezra felt like it was crushing my lungs. I looked at Lydia and saw a predator who had already tasted my blood and wanted more.

Her ginger hair seemed out of place for her green eyes. Evelyn Torres. The Obnoxiously flirty, but only when it benefitted her. If Ellie was a queen, Evelyn was her self-appointed lady-in-waiting, always hyping her up. She was the shortest in the group and her lips were plump. Probably from talking too much.

The screen buzzed to life. Gray interface. Dated. Lines of code blinked in slow rhythm, like a heartbeat trapped in wires. > VAULT SURVEILLANCE LOG Select Subject ID: — E.V. — L.V. — [REDACTED] Load Date: — Her initials. Eliora’s. And a third... erased. Leora’s hand hovered for a moment before she tapped E.V. Eliora Vespera. The screen flickered. Lines scrambled. Pixels restructured. And then, the past came alive.

Few knew her secret - Eva wasn't just any driver; racing coursed through her veins. Her maternal lineage held a legendary figure: Lella Lombardi, the first woman to score points in Formula 1. The blood of "The First Lady of Formula 1" flowed strong in Eva. Ten victories, including triumphs in prestigious races like the Spanish and Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, adorned her hidden past. It all ended abruptly when the Lowes family intervened. They whisked her away, insisting she focus on the family business at the tender age of 21. But the fire never truly died. In Jenny's eyes, Xian was a flash in the pan, a self-proclaimed champion about to face a legend in disguise.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Calm and composed, she stood in front of Claudia while guards still surrounded her. Esperanza looked into Claudia's eyes, "You pretended to be my mother's friend since college. And you were for a good few years, but then everything changed. Elias is your son... Don Ricardo's step-son, but... How old are you, Evangelina?" Evangelina scoffed, "Nineteen." Esperanza flipped the papers in her hand, "But your birth certificate says twenty-one," A smirk appeared on her lips, "And your biological father's name is Don Ricardo."

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.