Hands Down Mariana Zapata Novels & Stories

The girl's smug smile grew wider, and the condescension and scorn in her eyes deepened. "Listen well, I'm Beatriz Delapena, the president is my uncle, and the First Lady is my aunt. I come from the famous Delapena family, so get out of here now because I have the absolute right to decide who stays and who goes!" "Is that so?" Liana replied succinctly before walking away. Beatriz was stunned, she just walked away like that... Damn, is she deaf? How dare she ignore me? "Mariah, did she just dismiss me?" Beatriz pointed at Liana and demanded angrily.

she said while she continued cleaning up her shirt with it. "My apology again, by the way, I am Echo. Jericho del Fuego," he offered his hand for a handshake, but Maria refused to accept it since her hand was so dirty. "I... I can't just accept your handshake, my hand was so dirty," she said while keeping her hands on her back. She knew that the guy in front of her is not an ordinary one, and she doesn't want to offend him again. It's quite so hard to offend someone with a rich and famous aura like him.

He couldn't possibly be in the mafia, Sophia thought, but she quickly realized she was wrong when Elena squeezed her hands even tighter than she had done for other members of the mafia. “Mr. Fernandez, I am glad you came,” Elena said, her confidence reducing a bit as she never invited him. “You know why I came, Elena. Your daughter Mariana is back in Valencia from her supposed business training, and she is twenty-four years old, of ripe age. It is time for you to honor your contract,” he said with a warm, kind smile. “You are right, Don.” Elena nodded immediately. “Wait, what contract?” Sophia could not contain her curiosity, and Mr. Fernandez looked at her with a smile and raised brows.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Margarita Montero from slapping me. “Once you slap my daughter again, I will make sure to destroy you, Margarita…” Ms. Zeana fiercely threatened Mrs. Montero and aggressively let go of the chairman’s wife’s hand. “Zeana…” Madame Margarita mumbled. “Why are you meddling in this argument? And what are you saying that this poor and filthy woman is your daughter?” “The only thing that is poor and filthy is your mouth, Margarita. She is my long, lost daughter.”

Mariana sat down quietly beside her. “I got straight As,” Teresa continued, voice brittle. “I didn’t party. I didn’t drink. I didn’t kiss anyone. I didn’t even let myself look at anyone, because I was too scared I’d be seen as weak… easy…” She swallowed. “And now… all that work, all that sacrifice… ruined. By my body again. Why I'm I so unlucky to the point that I ruin absolutely everything.” Mariana’s voice broke through the silence. “You’re not ruined.”

((SENA)) Sean let go of my hand because of that MARIA TERESA woman! Should I add VALAK and CHUCKY so their trio is complete? Ahaha. I knew I looked like I needed exorcism. Because I have nobody to hold, I was at first clueless where to put my hands. I just pinched my dress instead. But, should I lose to that woman?! We’re not going to lose, Sena. Show them you’re his wife and they’re just ghosts!

“Don’t even dare to say that name ever again! I’m no longer Isela!” “No, I just thought that Maria Fernanda was going to be the one who looked at Stefan de la Barrera with hatred in her eyes, and wouldn’t walk down the stairs arm in arm. I’m sorry, Maria Fernanda, but tonight you’re more Isela than Maria Fernanda. I’ll be waiting for you at home, well , of course if don’t end up in his be-” And without thinking about it, Maria Fernanda slapped him. “Don’t ever dare to disrespect me. Never… don’t ever try to come into my business ever again!”

Ignacio feed the first slice to Paula with a smile, she returned the gesture, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she offered him a taste of their sweet beginning. Lupita announced the bouquet toss, Efrain whispered to Marissa, nudging her to join the other single ladies. "Why don't you go?" he suggested. Marissa hesitated, her mind racing as she considered Efrain's suggestion. "It feels pointless for me to go," she answered. "Please, just go and enjoy yourself," Efrain pleaded. Marissa joined the group of single ladies, feeling her heart race, as Lupita counted down to the bouquet toss. With a flick of Paula's wrist, the bouquet soared through the air, landing in Lupita's hands.

I wondered why she hadn’t run away before it could happen. ‘She’s not like you, Daisy.’ Mariana ordered dinner, and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I thought Danica would feel left out since she couldn’t understand Ana’s signing, but to my surprise, she knew sign language. Not only that, she could start a conversation and keep everyone engaged. It wasn’t long before Mariana’s phone lit up, alerting her that she needed to leave. She left after promising to call and suggesting we meet up again soon. I didn’t let her go without hugging her—who knows when I’d see her next?