Hija De Don Cangrejo Mga Nobela at Kwento

A streak of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. As he dragged himself up from the wreckage of the champagne tower, his eyes were wide as he took in the scene. His brain couldn't make sense of what was happening. "Marco, what are you…" Michele stammered, "I-Isn't she Isabella? Why are you kneeling to her?" Marco didn't respond. He couldn't answer because he knew, better than anyone, who I was. I was his father Antonio Colombo's new wife. I was the Don's woman, the current Donna of the Colombo family.

The blood on screen was merely theater, designed to make a foolish woman break. And she was breaking precisely on schedule. "Donna Carmela," a raspy, arrogant voice boomed through the speakers as Don De Luca stepped into the camera frame. "Your son is a stubborn dog. But even stubborn dogs learn to heel when you break enough ribs. You have forty-eight hours to transfer the container terminal deeds in Livorno to my account, or I send him back to Siena in pieces." "You have six hours before I lose my patience, De Luca," I said, my voice smooth, velvet-wrapped steel. "And when I lose my patience, your entire bloodline pays the debt."

She was supposed to leave after taking the things she needed from her room, but she stumbled upon Lilia Montenegro in the hallway. ‘Strange, its not even the wings of her office nor her bedroom. Why is she here?’ Sherly thought. Being in the underworld for a long time, she could give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Thus, seeing her in the left wings here in her and her brother’s room is really strange. Lilia Sorano Montenegro is the wife of Hideous Montenegro. This woman always regarded Sherly as the person she hated the most, and her eyes were always filled with a longstanding resentment that Sherly couldn’t understand where it came from. After all, she only met her once.

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."

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?”

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.

"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.