It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio 소설 & 이야기

Focus, Catherine. I stared at him, trying to come up with a simple explanation. My heart sank as I realized I had to tell him the truth. "I wasn't cosplaying a runaway bride yesterday. I actually did run away from the altar, I'm blood-bound to the man I publicly rejected." "So your ex is Anderson Anderson." His voice had gone flat. Not a question it was a statement. "Yes, but how do you know—" "I'm an Anderson, third generation and your ex is fourth generation." His jaw clenched, and I watched something shuttering in his eyes. The warmth from moments ago was evaporating like morning mist.

Chiara clutched her stomach, crying and begging, "Lorenzo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! I'm carrying your child!" But the enraged Lorenzo couldn't hear her. He was lost in his own violent fury, venting his frustration until Chiara let out a terrible scream, and blood began to pool beneath her on the cold stone floor. A guard outside shrieked, "My God, the madam has miscarried!"

She hesitated before answering, “Gio Javier Evangelista, the owner of the bar.” It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me. Gio Evangelista… Was it really him I was with last night?

Perhaps I would save that information for a day when I didn’t have enough intel, perhaps I was keeping that for myself. Beki rose and tilted her head with a questioning bark. “It’s not because it was a gift from Grifl,” I said into our bond. At her disbelieving bark, I ground my teeth. Beki could say what she wanted. It wasn’t me who was the romantic. “All right,” Larissa said, her eyes bright. “This will more than make him happy.” I rose from my seat. “Bloody well hope so, or we’re both screwed.” When I stepped out of the caravan and into the darkened walkway, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. It was Rocco, and his teeth were bared.

As her ashes slipped from my fingers, the wind picked up, sweeping them into the water. My throat tightened. "Vivian... is that you?" The breeze blew harder, like she was answering. I smiled, blinking through tears. "Go on. When it's all over, I'll finish the road we never got to walk." The wind died down. Quiet. Just like her. By the time I got back to the Domingo estate, it was already noon. Both Marco and Pedro were there—go figure. As soon as I stepped in, their eyes were all over me. Heavy.

She replied, taking off the wig and Maureen swerved out of the lot, headed for the hanger. "Hola Nacho!" Maureen smiled as she walked towards the keeper of the hanger in Oregon. "Hola mujer muy bonita." He grinned as she approached him while Teq just stared in slight confusion. "His name's Nacho?" "Hola, I'm Ignacio, nacho for short." Ignacio smiled as he spoke, his amazing accent making Tequila swoon. "I'm Tequila." She smiled, giggling a bit as Ignacio winked. "Hmm, Tequila." Her name rolled off his tongue sexily.

He steps away, already answering the call as he walks further down the hallway. I stand there for a moment, then turn back toward the doors. They have not opened again. Footsteps approach quickly from behind, and I do not need to look to know who it is. Enzo stops beside me. “Ignacio has left,” he says, slightly out of breath. “Everything is set. The route is clean, and the setup is in place. We’ve got someone ready to pass as her.” I nod. “Good.” He glances toward the doors, then back at me. “What did Gustavo say?”

Dear Diary, I just need to express my feelings to you. I still can’t accept that the people who served us and Ignacio have turned their backs on us. They blame my husband for the crimes in the town. Believe it or not, my dear husband could never do what they are accusing us of. Levi arrested Ignacio for a crime he would never commit. The townspeople attacked us, forcing us to leave our beloved town— Lo siento si no puedo continuar con lo que voy a decir. (- Sorry, if I can’t continue what I’m about to say.)

He said, “If I wasn’t here, you wouldn’t even live the luxurious life you’re living right now! So you’d better do as told! Fix things with Marco or else, that little boyfriend of yours would disappear from the face of this earth.” Just then, his phone rang and he fished it out to see it was a call from Ezekiel, Marco’s father. “It’s Marco’s father.” He muttered, loud enough for them to hear. He answered the call and placed it on his ear. “Ezekiel, what’s wrong?” Mimi and her mother watched as Ignacio’s face grew rigid, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone. “What do you mean you aren’t interested anymore?” Ignacio’s voice lowered, dangerously calm. “She made a mistake and I know

Darkness, it's all I could see as I felt the car start to move. The men talked in Spanish, I couldn't understand a single word of it. They were aggressively arguing while I kept seated in my seat. I didn't move a muscle or said anything. My body throbbed with pain, I was feeling dizzy as I felt blood still dripping down from the back of my head. Ignacio yelled at them to shut up and they all did. I felt a hand creeping between my thighs and I jumped in my seat, startled. "Shh..." It was Ignacio. "It's just me"