La Dama Tapada Novels & Stories

Charlotte's POV I still hadn't won Jared over. It made me doubt my efforts. I had to escalate my plan, to shatter everything Sophia held dear. "She's already lost her daughter and the home she fought so hard to keep," I mused, a smug smile spreading across my face as I rolled down the car window. My gaze locked onto the middle-aged woman standing anxiously across the street. Linda Holmes, Sophia's mother, was my next target. Linda was an innocent bystander, but her relationship with Sophia made her a pawn in my game. If Jared didn't care so deeply for Sophia, I wouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures.

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

“And as a matter of fact, I am on the pill. Thank you for asking.” His green eyes gleamed, and this time, she was absolutely certain that it was, in fact, amusement. But she couldn’t tell if that was better or worse. “When were you last tested?” And his head was lowered close to hers, but all he did was smirk. “Or do you not bother with such things, because you’re Lady Lexi, impervious to love, married off for a fortune and unlikely to ever choose the sort of disreputable man who might dare approach you anything less than squeaky clean?”

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

I haven't seen her face that lady's face, but from the back, she has Auburn color hair, is slim and height maybe 5.6" ft. and she was in a lavender color dress mid-length jacket, and 4-inch heels to match a little the Alpha Sioux. I know he doesn't feel the Mate Bond so why he is encouraging her? Why he is agreed with the madam stuff? I thought I will confront this matter with Alpha Sioux if I get a chance if he let me talk to him.

He asked her like a proud owner. "Indeed." She was still in awe of the beautiful painting. "It's called Damsel With Dreams, representing a young woman with her dreams... Just like you" They had an eye lock moment for a few seconds which effectively made her blush. Next, they moved to the kitchen, a high end one with black and white interior and everything arranged in an elegant and classy way. Pari was swooning over his kitchen's decor instantly. Next, they walked around the dining and guest room, both modernly decorated with expensive wood and ceramic articles. There was also a mini study and his workspace on the same floor.

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

She cleared her throat and stand beside me again . "You are asking for his name —"she said as she gets her iPad and looked at it for a second. "He's King Lore Sandavid"it was as if my ears heard a loud shot and all i can hear is that irritating ringing inside of it.My smile freeze upon hearing that familiar name . "I am sorry. .. but what is it again?"i didn't heard it right , right?Because there's no way .. . "His name is King Lore Sandavid,Miss President"she starts giggling again but i was frozen behind my table.

Louis picks her up and talks face to face with Damia. "Aah! Emm!" Damia's hand waving in front of Louis's face. Her eyes sparkly looking at his beard. Understand what Damia wants, "Call me Da Da first, then I let you play with it." He said with seriousness. "Eeehh! Ahhm! Brr!" Damia feels irritated, she blows a bubble, spitting her saliva into Louis's face. Feeling wet on his face, he gives up. Then lay down on the mat and put the baby on his chest and let the baby play with his beard. "As you wish my lady..."