Jaime Reyes Novels & Stories

The Batangas estate was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting golden light across the garden. Celia sat beneath the shade of a bougainvillea, a porcelain teacup in her hand, her face pale but calmer than it had been in weeks. The illness had weakened her, but today she looked almost serene, her eyes soft as she watched the breeze stir the flowers. Jaime arrived straight from Bicol, his clothes still carrying the dust of travel. He paused at the edge of the garden, watching her for a moment. She looked fragile, yet dignified, the matriarch who had carried the Del Carmen name through storms.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

"Not even the gods can help a dead man, yet you say there is one? Who is that being?" Jide frowned when he saw the smile on Mary's face. The white woman had adjusted to one of those postures which she uses to lecture people about God and his son Jesus Christ. "He is Jesus Christ. The son of the living God. The God of gods, the king of kings, and the one who makes a way where there is no way. He can make the impossible possible. Even to bring the dead back to life. Do you believe it?" "Show me this Christ." Ejima shifted her weight to the other hand "so that I might pour my libation to him, and that he might bring my son back to life."

I heard Jaime say over and over again as she looked down at the ground while Ray whimpered and tried to touch her, "don't fucking touch me" "Please Jaime" he whispered "I hate you. I don't want to be with you. I don't want to be with a man that watched his grandfather kill my parents. I don't want to be with you" she said and I could hear the hatred in her voice as she looked up at him, "I,Jaime Isabelle Rain, reject you Raymond Alexander Mitchell as my mate" "Please don't do this, Jaime" Ray begged but it was already done. The rejection was done. I saw him fall to his knees as Jaime stood to her feet, "Jaime please!"

Ignacio owned her. "We move as planned," Reyes growled to Alejandro. His second nodded sharply, but hesitated. Reyes stiffened and waited. He knew the other man had something to say, but was so used to heeding the boss's orders without question that he didn't know if he should verbalize the thought. Smart decision. However, Reyes had appointed Alejandro his second for a reason. The man was uncommonly intelligent and had survived twelve years in Venezuelan intelligence before moving on to the head of a mercenary organization and then to Reyes who had lured him away with the promise of unparalleled riches and a medical treatment for his mother that would have been out of his reach without Reye

“Your boss already told you why I’m here today. If anyone would like to talk to me or has any useful information, let me know. As it is, I’m simply collecting information right now. Don’t mind me, eh?” Jaime dried his hands. He was shaking, he realized. When the sheriff caught his gaze, the older man gave no hint that Jaime was the one he really wanted to talk to. But his smile turned into what could only be considered a smirk, like he’d spotted his prey and was just lying in wait for it to fall into his trap. Refusing to lie in wait, Jaime went up to Sheriff Jennings, extending his hand. “Jaime Martínez. I’m the executive chef here.”

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

He leans down, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other tipping Julian’s chin up with two fingers. “It already has,” Jamie says. “Three times this month. I don’t tolerate lateness. Or excuses.” Julian’s pupils dilate. “What’s the consequence, Mr. Reyes?” Jamie’s smile is slow. Dangerous. “Get up. Hands on the desk.” Julian stands—unhurried—turns, braces both palms flat on the glass surface. Jamie steps behind him—chest to Julian’s back—hands sliding up Julian’s arms, pinning them in place.

I stared at Mike then started to walk forward, but he stopped me. “Where is Jensen first?” Mike said with an intensity in his voice. Joseph laughed and nodded at one of the men who walked back to one of the cars. When he came back he pushed a man down in front of Joseph. He was badly beaten and almost unrecognizable, but I knew it was Jensen. I let out a sharp gasp and he immediately looked up at me. His eyes were swollen, but I could still see the fear in them the minute he saw me.

I watched with mild amusement as the woman’s cheeks reddened a deeper shade and briefly wondered if that was how I looked when Adrian talked silly with me. Up close, I could take a good look at them. The man, Jason Reyes, the CEO of Reyes Enterprises was a very handsome man with chocolate brown hair carelessly arranged on his head and silver eyes. He was tall, maybe the same height and built as Adrian, and had a sharp jawline that, without a doubt, must have made the ladies swoon. Not that it would do the ladies any good now because he had recently been married, and very much in love with his wife, if their interactions and glances were anything to judge by. They just happened to be in Franc