Hija De Selena Quintanilla Novels & Stories

She challenged me. “Sure.” I smiled giving her hand and she held my hand shaking it. “Deal.” She returned the smile. “Get ready to quit your business.” I held her hand tightly squeezing it. Her small and soft hands under my rock-hard like big hands. Cute though. “Now let me see my sister.” She requested me. “Wait, what’s the rush? Her name is Evelyn Garcia, right?” I inquired. “What? What do you mean?” “Her name is Evelyn Garcia right?”

she whispered into the phone, though she knew her mother never joked about things like this. “I’m not,” her mother said softly, her tone carrying both grief and exhaustion. “Your father… he was a billionaire, Selena. Multiple companies, properties, more money than you can imagine. And in his will… he named you and Cassandra. Only you two.” Selena pressed her palm against her forehead, trying to steady herself. “Me? And Cass?” Her voice cracked at her sister’s name. Cassandra. The one person she had not spoken to in months, the one wound in her life that never stopped bleeding. Now, somehow, the universe had tied them together again with a chain heavier than gold.

CHAPTER 15 During all this chaos a pair of eyes kept staring at Selena. She noticed it, a pair of eyes, showing hate, anger, and envy. Amelia Tate, Joshua’s daughter’s gaze that lingered on Selena. Selena didn’t look like she was from the rural area. Her skin was fair and soft, and her face was small and pretty. The dress she had on was a limited edition dress Amelia had tried to get her hands on but it was suddenly bought overnight.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to glance at the party, I made eye contact with Elijah as he chatted up with my bubbly sister, she was grining from ear to ear like the chesire cat, anymore desperate Quinn and you'd score him. Quinn had her hands all over his right arm, as she was most likely sweet talking him. That's all she's good at it, yet she was the perfect daughter, there are many words to desrcibe Quinn Brinx, and none of them is 'perfect'. Her silky grey dress hugged her body, falling down her chest just enough, to show cleavage, way to go Mom. I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me.

She informed Selena. "Oh, I see. I am…I am also not a fan b…but I had to." The woman nodded and took a sip from her drink. "I am Hera, a mother of one." "Selena." "Yeah, Selena Andrew. I watch your movies every time." Hera replied. Selena was a bit happy that she got recognized for her acting, not by scandal. "Do you know that you can't overcome your problems by drinking?" Hera asked and looked at her. "I…I…" Selena was at loss for words.

She added. Patricia headed for her father’s house. She was surprised to see who she saw as she walked in. “Hania?” Hania rose to her feet. “Aunt, I need your help.” She said. “You, of all people, need my help? May I remind you that we hate each other?” Patricia inquired as she approached Hania. Hania nodded. “I completely agree, but this is about Selena. Mom and Jade are lying to her.” “Isn’t that the best thing to do right now?” She took a seat and looked up to Hania. “I heard the doctor say Selena cannot be triggered; she must remember on her own?”

A family curse. Selena was the granddaughter of a fruit picker in Mexico, the daughter of a sweatshop worker in L.A., the sister of a cleaning woman, the niece of a housewife. When she was growing up, the Perez clan had never had health insurance… so the family hadn't known that a genetic anomaly called the BRCA1 gene was slowly but surely killing off its women on her mother’s side before the age of forty.

For people in their place, this is considered a wealthy family, and once they have money, they will inevitably become a little romantic. It turned out that Selena's grandfather's wife was Estrella, José's biological mother, but Estrella was weak and died after giving birth to José. Hugo then married his then-lover, who is now Selena's step-grandmother, Carmen, who is also Uncle Pablo's biological mother. Therefore, Uncle Pablo and Selena's father, José, are not brothers from the same mother, but rather half mothers.

I take a step forward, but Selena’s hand gently holds me back. She walks to the edge of the platform, her voice steady and clear. “My mother was Lena Hayes. My father was Kael Vargasin. I was born in Bloodmoon, but my blood? It’s Silvermoon. My heart belongs to Silvermoon.” She locks eyes with the man who spoke, unwavering. “If anyone has an issue with that, they can say it to my face.” He shrinks back, his face flushing. The crowd laughs nervously, relief washing over them. Selena turns back to me, a small smile dancing on her lips.

I said, purposefully calling her the wrong name as subtle payback for earlier, but she didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she did. "Oh! That's who you look like!" she exclaimed loudly. I jumped back at her shrieking. "I'd been trying to figure it out from the moment I saw you." "Who?" I asked reticently. "Selena Quintanilla! My mother loved her music so much. The poor girl. Wasn't it tragic what happened to her?" Celeste looked up to the sky, and she shook her head. I wish she would look down since she was dragging me down a flight of stairs at the back of the store.