Novel & Cerita Hija De Don Cangrejo

“Oh, but you will, Katalina. Your mother created this mess and yóu, the perfect daughter will clean it. I am not going to have my name dragged through the mud because of your family” I stumbled and almost fell if it wasn’t for the table that offered me support. “ This is a sick joke, Huracio. I don't appreciate it." I hiss, glaring at him. " Do I look like I am in the mood for jokes? Don't piss me off, little bird or you don't want to see what I am capable of.” Huracio snarled at me and I trembled from the intense fury lacing his words. “ This is crazy Huracio. You are my mother's fiance." I reminded him, hoping that the words would finally help him break from whatever absurd thoughts he was

Third person's POV Leandra is still rubbing her head. Rico smiles and hides the hair in his hand by putting his hand in his pocket. Leandra glares at him. She does not care who he is. He can he the godfather himself for all she cares. It is rude to walk into somebody and grab them by the hair. Seriously, cannot tell her that he couldn't crab her by her arm or something. Her head is hurting. Dante looks like he wants to laugh as Rico has a stupid smile on his face. Dante knows Rico. The poor guy is very clumsy which is why Don Romani lets Rico stay with Donna Romani. Don Romani has been the godfather in America for a long time. Everybody knows that they lost their daughter to somebody who kid

"Good evening, sir and madam." Dante congratulated the business couple and owner of the large hacienda where they stand today. Currently celebrating the twenty-fifth birthday of their unica hija, Hera Marcaida. Known to be beautiful, sexy body, intelligent, sole heir of Marcaida and a great ballerina.

My stomach churned violently, and my vision blurred. Suddenly, Sofia screamed. "Cesare! The family heirloom necklace you gave me is gone! She was the only one near me. She must have stolen it!" My mind cleared slightly, and I panicked. "Don Valeri, it wasn't me!" Cesare looked at Sofia and her reddened eyes, then said thoughtfully, "There are a lot of people around. Let's check first." "Who else could it be?" Sofia spat, freeing herself from his hold. "If you don't search her, I won't marry you!"

He answered. I nodded slowly pretending like I was interested in this topic when in fact I wasn't the least bit interested. "So what? Do I just go on the streets and grab a baby and declare him as my heir?" Roberto chuckled. "I see you are not taking this seriously, Don." "Was I supposed to?" "We got words from the Spanish mafia, Don. The leader there already has two sons and one daughter..." "What does that have to do with me?" "Children means he has an heir, his line is secured. It means the Spanish mafia won't just go under when he dies because he has someone to succeed him..."

"You don't know me, do you , Don Saphira?....Well, let me enlighten you! I am the son of the couple you killed a decade ago….the man and woman you shot in cold blood and then you have burned them in front of my own and my little sisters eyes!!.....ahh….i see you remember now!!....good!! We'll see this as my revenge for that day!.....I already killed your friend here so what do you want me to know huh? Well let me first take your daughter as MY wife and then we will see!" Alessandro says to

"Don Brocchi said that for the sake of our baby, he'll give me everything you have. An infertile woman like you should've left the Brocchi family already instead of embarrassing yourself. "You know what? I'll even allow you to stay on the island and give you a respectable job so you can support yourself." I stared at the screen, neither ruffled nor tempted to reply. Instead, I simply congratulated her in my mind. "You'll have your wish fulfilled very soon, Anna, and so will I. Tomorrow, I'll say goodbye for good." Meanwhile, the household staff kept texting me nonstop, asking where I was and urging me to come home. "Please return, Donna. Don Brocchi keeps asking where you went and when you l

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

And since she couldn't see them, she had no way to escape or avoid them. The last thing she remembered was thinking that she would do anything. So long as Padre never put her back in there with those snakes. --------------- I woke up with a massive headache. I don't know where we went yesterday but the place must have been awesome. The after-effects are what I don't like because they have me thinking I'm too old to be partying like this. I can't even think past the pounding in my head. But then again, I'm only twenty-three. In the kind of world I live in, well, let's just say partying is everything. You won't believe me if I told you the amount of cocaine I've stolen from Padre. I don't thin

not using your mind. Is it right to have sex with your cousin? What will your Auntie Marimar say? You're questioning her capabilities to have a child. We're not asking you to know the things we don't know, and we don't even care," he preached to his son Andre. "But Dad," he interrupted his son. And say, "No, but, son. Just zip your mouth once she gets here." This is a reminder to his son. "Fine!" his son replied, annoyed. I was about to leave when Daddy noticed me. "Oh! Hija, you're already there; come here.". And I just smiled at them both. "Yes. Why are you calling me?" I asked as I approached them. "There is no hija; I just want to talk to my sister Marimar's daughter in person. How is s