Hector Dela Cruz 소설 & 이야기

Something was wrong. Back at my penthouse, the elevator hummed as it climbed. The city sprawled below, lights sharp like broken glass. I poured a scotch, the glass cold against my palm, and opened my laptop. I received information that Hector Reyes was hosting another charity gala at his mansion tonight, supposedly for an orphanage. Lies. He was scrambling. His world was falling apart—board members bailing, stock in freefall after the Project Phoenix leak. This gala was a desperate grab to charm investors, keep his legacy from crumbling.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Both of Zeke and Cadmar pushed their father back while I stared at him with wide eyes. They were yelling at him while he blinked and stared at me. I was breathing hard and I couldn't process why he was telling me all the things that happen to Valdus and the old Alpha. "I'm sorry. I went over the line." He said. "My name is Helmer by the way, and the old Luna use to say I have a big mouth. So, I can't seem to shut my 'big' mouth up." He said while he looked at me one last time and then looked at his sons and gave them a nod before leaving the field.

I let out a soft smile and she looked at me like she needed emotional support, I nodded and turned to look at my mother again. “She’s right. The great Darius Gomez has fallen, and he fell by the hand of his own son, mother. We have nothing to worry about anymore. Justice is served.” I added. “And for the fact that she deceived you?” She further asked angrily. She wasn’t ready to just accept Celine. “I have suffered pretty damn much for that, Mrs Anna.” Celine butted in again.

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Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.