Novel & Cerita Hija De Don Cangrejo

Christine lowered her head as she was still nervous to meet Lindsey's grandfather. When Dela Vega and Lindsey stood by the couch, Marty introduced Christine to Senor Dela Vega. "Senor, this is my wife Christine," said Marty and whispered to Christine, who was fiddling with her finger. She lifted her head and looked at Señor Dela Vega. Señor Dela Vega's eyes widened in surprise and said, "Mi hija, (my daughter)." He cupped Christine's face and repeatedly said, "Mi hija," while fat tears streaming down his face.

After the circus at my wedding, my name had been mud out there. Now that something like this had happened, they had all the more reason to come after me. Someone gave a cold laugh. "She really is that man's daughter. She can blow a nothing incident up until the whole world knows, clearly just to put the Graves family on the spot." Then he turned to me, his voice dripping with mockery. "Take your revenge if you must, Donna, but could you not pick somewhere with no witnesses?" "Going after a child in front of everyone is beyond reckless."

Janet's POV Eight months pregnant, I went into labor at the exact same time as my husband Jason's sister-in-law after a fall. I lay on the delivery bed, contractions tightening one after another. My husband Jason held my hand, his eyes full of concern. But the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill straight through me. "Janet, I told you the family has already accepted Rachel's child as the future heir of the Martinez family. I never expected you'd go this far—hurting yourself—just for the so-called birthright. I'm so disappointed in you."

Diego appeared baffled why she is looking for the baby girls who was beside her. "Diego where is my baby.?" She repeated. "I don't know? We are out of the house trying to control the flood from reaching our house." "Diego one of the baby is missing!* Mira started to cry she already have names for each of the baby she gave birth to.first one was Alexandra, the second was Brianna and the third was Cassandra the frail and smallest of all.

Massimo's uncle, a Capo from the old guard, started to say. "A bit what?" Massimo put down his wine glass. His eyes were cold. "Cara worked all week on this." "It's childish," I said. My first words of the night. The table went silent. Everyone looked at me. "This is the wedding of a Don. Not a child's birthday party." Cara’s eyes instantly welled up. "Caterina... I just wanted to make it more vibrant..." She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "If you don't like it, I can redo..."

She kissed Genova's cheeks, too. The three women did a tight group-hug. Genova whispered tearfully, "God is good!" * * * Conchita, or 'Conch' to her new friends, was brushing her shoulder-length hair when she noticed something... weird. She was sitting before the dressing table when the gold bracelet from the jewelry box began--crawling! Conchita gave an ear-splitting shriek. "Why did you scream?" her eighty-one-year-old husband wheezed. He was having a nap on the rocking chair.

“It isn’t only about your beauty, Niña.’’ Occupying the bed, he sat in front of me while he lit his Cuban cigar. I used to steal a stick from his drawer before, like him, I smoke when I’m anxious. He didn’t enjoy seeing me smoking, but I got curious about how it would taste. “It is about your lineage.” That got me my full attention. “I’m no one.” He chuckled. “That’s what I led you to believe, to make sure you’ll stay with me, but you ran. Just like Lucia.” Dante looked deep into the black curtain, that was probably covering the window of this room, as if reminiscing the past. “W-what?” what he’s blabbering about doesn’t make sense. My Mom never told me she knew Dante before I was born. “You

But now, after seeing my child die just for a piece of bread, the only feeling left when I looked at him was cold disgust. I did not give him another look. I walked out through the door and headed directly toward Vincenzo’s territory. When Vincenzo appeared before me, his expression cold, distant, and overwhelmingly handsome, I nearly lost control. In my past life, after my death, this man, the true Don who controlled the family from Sicily, returned to New York overnight to take care of my funeral. While Luca was busy celebrating in some neon-lit club, unwilling to accept that I was already gone, Vincenzo was grieving. He devoted the rest of his life to tearing the world apart for revenge,

"She's faking a collapse to blow this whole thing up, trying to force a divorce. Ignore her." "But..." Vito still sounded worried. "Boss, it really didn't look like she was faking. Besides, the old lady from the Hillrose family fainted on the spot, too. The whole Hillrose family is in chaos." "You should really come see for yourself." "A miscarriage? Fainting?" Blair scoffed, the last of his worry souring into annoyance. He was being played. Impossible. He knew Flora. The woman was brilliant. An heir was her biggest bargaining chip, her only way to cement her place as the Don's wife. If she were really pregnant, she would have used the kid to force his hand with Mia ages ago, not keep it a g

"Don't push me, Jorge. I'd hate to watch your fiancée and her grandmother drown in that pool." Jorge jumped from his seat, knocking the glass off by mistake. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he bit his teeth and grabbed at his hair. "Esperanza..." He called softly. "Esperanza, don't do anything you will regret later." "I don't regret." She bit coldly. Jorge paled as her words sank in. He knew what she was capable of, she was the most dangerous 18-year-old he had ever come across. "Get MJ Billings off my back, and nothing happens to your little girlfriend." She warned and hung up before he could respond.