Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio

She couldn't possibly be a Cabello, not with such a profession. As I wrestled with this turmoil, a hand landed on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned swiftly to find Angelo, my best friend, standing beside me. He flashed me a knowing smile and took the seat beside mine. "You seem quite taken with that cute little thing on stage," Angelo remarked, signalling the bartender to pour him a drink. "I've heard she drives men wild." The bartender slid a shot glass towards Angelo, which he promptly downed in one swift motion.

Even Elijah looks stunned, his golden eyes locked onto me like I just defied every law of nature. I smirk and wink at him before turning to the crowd. An elderly woman steps forward, her eyes narrowed with skepticism. “And who the hell are you?” I exhale, placing my hands on my hips. “This wasn’t the grand entrance I was picturing, but I guess we’ll roll with it.” I let my voice carry over the stunned silence. “I am your Luna. And Alpha Elijah’s mate.” Then I lift my chin, letting the power in my voice sink in.

Camille replied emphasizing on the last words that filled with nothing but sarcasm. “Have a good night REST, mr and Mrs Rodrigo, excuse me,” With that Camille cat-walked back to where her father is. Diego tightened his balled fist, Tiana kept gritting her teeth, soon they both left the party. Diego got into the car, Tiana was sitting beside him. He looked out through the window and so many thought filled his head. ‘How did that sly lady became one of the Guevara’s.’ His mind wandered.

I followed her out of the room and into the living room. I saw someone from behind, but I still couldn’t tell who it was. As I got closer, his face looked very familiar. I knew I had seen him recently, but I couldn’t place where. He looked straight at me while I searched my memory, then it finally clicked. I bowed my head immediately out of respect. "I’m so sorry for not recognizing you earlier, Alpha Lucian."

Warrior Robbie “You fucking what!” I bellow unable to rein in my anger. I don’t mean to blurt the words out, but Nick gave me the reins of control here, so I’m just going to go with it. “They have my mate.” Alberto huffs out as his body appears to relax. Is he relieved that he told us? My reaction to his words is to call bullshit but something inside of me holds me back. I think Nick was right to want to listen to him before acting because, while I’m not sure if he’s 100% telling me the truth, I’m also not sure that he isn’t.

“Exactly the point. We’re not letting anything ruin today.” They strolled down the food market, trying small samples of exotic street food and chatting with the local vendors. They shared a tray of freshly fried churros, and Damien dared Matilda to try the spiciest salsa from one of the stalls. “You’ll regret it,” she warned him, dipping a churro into the fiery salsa before taking a bite. She barely flinched, even as her eyes watered slightly from the heat. Damien raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “How are you so calm right now? I’d be crying.”

Jairo straightened the sheets while she crossed her legs and picked up her phone, pretending to scroll like nothing had happened. Luci walked in with obvious excitement, but the second she took in the room and realization dawned on her face, she paused. “I can come back,” she offered. “What do you have?” Jairo asked evenly. Luci stepped farther inside, her excitement returning. “His name is Edward Jones.” She proclaimed it proudly, too eager. Miguel had helped her dig up the information earlier and she had been bursting to tell him, certain he would be impressed by how fast she had worked.

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

Antonio said kneeling on his feet Irene couldn't understand what was suddenly happening,she stared at Antoino trying her possible best to get answers from his actions Lucia and Peter stood on their feet smiling, Lucia held her hands on her mouth “Irene Martinez”. Antoino said softly staring directly into her eyes

The words were out before I could stop them, laced with an accusation I couldn’t suppress. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his gaze flicking away for a fleeting moment before returning to mine. “Look, I told you, things got crazy. It just slipped my mind with everything going on.” He didn’t meet my eyes directly, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder. The explanation, delivered with such a casual air, felt like another dismissal, another confirmation that my feelings were of little consequence. “Slipped your mind?” I repeated, my voice rising despite my best efforts. “Earnest, we planned this weeks ago. It was our Sunday ritual. How could it just ‘slip your mind’?” The hurt was