Gloria Romero Novels & Stories

Gloria was only 14 now, but they doubt that maybe she’ll take their mother’s tiny height, because now also she looks like a little bug in front of them. “Hello Lori, how is your preparation?” Theo said while patting her head, who after hugging Nat hugged Theo when he came near her. “It’s good TB (Theo Brother), I hope I’ll win this competition,” Gloria said in a nervous tone. Her hands were getting cold because of nervousness, and Theo rubbed her hands to lessen her tension.

The ladies turned around and were completely stunned to see a stunningly beautiful woman she can be termed as a goddess of beauty in her one-shouldered empire waist long purple chiffon prom dress. Which fitted her body perfectly, it almost felt like the dress was made especially for her. They recognized her immediately. Rose Quinn... Now Mrs. Romero. " Oh? Why are you not speaking again? Did cat catch your tongue? " Rose Tched. " How is this your business, Miss Quinn? " " Correction, it's now Mrs. Romero and yes, it's my business because you are not only Mocking my Sister but my Brother in law! " She deadpanned.

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.

Some minutes later, Valeria came in and told her that someone wanted to see her, "¿Debería traerla?" "Yes, bring her in." Maria said sitting properly on her chair of authority. Valeria nodded and walked out of the office and within some minutes, a woman dressed in matching red clothes and orange lipstick on her lips, came in with a smile as she focused her gaze on Maria. "Buon giorno." The woman said in Italian and Maria looked up from her phone only to see Dana Hamilton, in flesh. It was Dana Hamilton, the mother of Clara and the woman who had caused her to break down so many times. She was the one in Maria's office.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

“You're not the girl I lost three years ago.” “Good,” she said. “She was soft. Naive.” “She was still dangerous.” “Now she's lethal.” A pause stretched between them. Then he asked. “Do you want to do this messy?” Her smile was razor-thin. “Oh messy.” The Romeros operated out of an estate in Valencia — less fortress, more palace. Gold gates, security patrols, gardens sculpted to disguise landmines. The head of the family, Hector Romero, had taken power after Amara’s father's fall.

He sounded like a broken record, like he was going to break at anytime. I felt like the worst person on earth. It was hard for me to admit such a truth but it was the truth. I stood there for a few minutes without giving any answers, only crying my eyes out. Silence echoed loudly in the house, only my sobbing was heard. "Tell him, Gloria." Lauren broke the silence. I turned around swiftly, enraged. "Shut up! Shut up, Lauren. Just shut up." "No! I'm not going to shut up." Lauren's attention went to Ron again. "For the record, her name is not Sarah Waves like she claims. She was born Gloria Victoria Miller, the youngest daughter of Pamela and Mike Miller."

“Nah, now that I think about it, the fabricated can never be better than the original. And lastly, if I were you, I’d fix that attitude of mine, after all, you don’t want to accidentally step on the wrong foot.” At the end of her speech, Arvan looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes, and Irene, on the other hand, was shocked, not believing her ears. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Leonica Romero.” She introduced with a proud smile and watched as Irene’s face completely deflated. “Romero?” She repeated, the name ringing a bell in her head.

Jasmine's pov The officers sat opposite us, their notes, pen and recorder ready to take ma Gloria's testimony. "Mrs O'Briens, are you ready for us?" One of the officer asked. Ma Gloria took a deep breath and nodded, though she seemed a little bit nervous. "Alright, let's start with.. who's Mr Roman to you?" The officer asked. "He's.. he's.. my stepfather" Who's this Mr Roman everyone is talking about? How come I don't seem to know him? Or maybe I haven't seem him before.