Hija De Don Cangrejo Novels & Stories

She ducked behind the couch for a second, then emerged again. Still watching. Still evaluating. As I looked at her, something strange happened. An image flashed through my mind so quickly I almost missed it. I, holding a baby. A tiny girl with dark hair and serious eyes. Rocking her to sleep in a nursery filled with soft yellow light. The image was so vivid, so real, that it took my breath away. I blinked hard, and it was gone. What was that? "It's okay, tesoro," Alessandro said gently to his daughter. "Come say hello to Victoria."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the woman who asked the question, instantly recognizing her as Daisy Croix, her cousin Barbara's close friend. Daisy must have been instigated by Barbara to ask such a question. Haley felt that his previous slap was light. It seems that Barbara needs to be taught one more lesson. Seeing that Haley's face changed, Daisy sneered and said, "It seems to be true. It turns out that our first beauty of Cuenca has given birth, but it's a pity that the baby died, otherwise I really want to see if those two children have inherited the beauty of the first beauty."

Katya's response was to shake her head at me, her eyes mocking, "you are quite arrogant, Don. You've charmed me? I still haven't forgotten my promise to make you pay. Watch out for it." My baby could make me smile, amidst any storm going on with the rest of the world. I laughed, burying my face in her neck and spooning her from behind, my cock hardening in her ass, again. "I will definitely be on the look out for your...revenge." I muttered thickly, my voice husky with growing desire. Katya started to say something in retaliation of my mocking tone, but I turned her face to myself, plundering her lips as I slid into her wet tightness.

“Then you’ll stay for dinner. I cooked too much anyway.” The table filled quickly, laughter spilling as bread was torn and wine poured. Dante teased Luca mercilessly, claiming he had softened since marrying me. “Look at him,” Dante said, gesturing with his glass. “The Don, sitting at a table with candles and almond cake. What’s next? Embroidery?” His wife smacked his arm playfully. “Don’t tease. This is wonderful. Holly, the bread is perfect.” I blushed, smiling. “It’s his mother’s recipe. I wanted to try.”

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Mathias took a deep breath before continuing, his own unease growing. "Okay... she said you are HIJA DEL DIABLO, meaning DAUGHTER OF THE DEVIL. And lastly, she called you HIRO DE MALDICION, meaning... CURSED CHILD," he said, his voice trailing off.

After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me. Her gaze fell on my wrist.I wore an extremely rare jadeite bangle. It was a birthday gift from Santino three years ago. Knowing I loved antiques, he had bought it at an auction for fifty million dollars. Fiora let out a soft laugh and leaned deliberately close to my ear. “Arabella, since you’ve already handed over the ring that symbolizes the Don’s wife, don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to wear jewelry that belongs to the lady of the Falcone family?”

Yet, Don didn't show any sign of disgust as he leaned closer to hear what I was trying to say. I used up all of my strength and said as clearly as possible, "My name is… Sirena Cabrera, and I am El Capo Lopez's wife…"

José grabbed his daughter’s hand, a wide-eyed kid of about twelve who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Cristiano, meet my daughter,” José said, pulling her forward. “This is your future husband,” he told her, then turned to Cristiano with a grin. “And this is my princess, Jade.” Cristiano took her hand, pressing a polite kiss to it. Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help noticing how strikingly blue hers were. “Nice to meet you, Jade,” he said. “Me too,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible. José chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Don’t let this innocent face fool you—she’s a little troublemaker. Now go on, Jade, and try not to cause any chaos.” He waved her off with a laugh.

What if the wolves and jackals in the company would kick us out of our properties like starving dogs? My dad was a ruthless business tycoon when he was still alive therefore counting his enemies from the tip of my fingers isn't that hard enough to do. I should say, more than ten wasn't even a large number. Adding to his wickedness was the venomous snake in the flesh. The reason why I left my happy-and-contented life when I was eighteen. Divina Montenegro de la Frontera, second wife of Don Miguel de la Frontera, brunette and in her late 40s. A socialite, a gold digger.

"Tell them. Who is Cecilia?" Enzo stepped forward, his voice carrying to every corner of the pier. "This woman is the only legitimate heir of the long-lost Hernandez family, Sicily's rightful daughter, and the one and only wife of our Don from the de Santis family!" The whole place exploded. Guards looked at each other in shock. Marco straight up dropped to his knees.