La Vidas Prestada Novels & Stories

A L Y S S A “This is a gesture of faith,” Mr Valentino says, his voice smooth and assured, like he’s explaining an investment opportunity instead of handing me a sum of money that could alter the course of my life. “A retainer, if you will. Consider it a taste of what we’re offering. Spend it on your mother. Or don’t. It’s yours.”

What meaning is there in my life if he isn't by my side? Even from her handwriting, he could feel her collapse that day. He imagined her hand trembling as she wrote. Pain shot through him. He knew his absence had caused her unbearable grief, but seeing it written in her own hand, he couldn't help but feel sorrow. At the time, their family had gone bankrupt overnight. He had lost the title of the Masseria family heir. But he still had his hidden identity—the shadow of a powerful underworld figure. He had planned to confess everything to Sandra, to hide her safely away from the world.

“About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face. “But you’re the one who is stronger than them, why don’t you guys just kill their promise and help the people?” He asked. “It’s not as easy as you think. The ruler killed her wife and that news spread out to the whole city. People wanted them to be expelled as their ruler but they refused and threatened everyone who dared to fight against the

, the Beta, Ellis, sneered. “Give up mutt and we might go easy on you.”, Lita shouted in a high nasally voice. Jason and Lita were together, and it caused Annalise great pain every time. Annalise had long since learned not to cry out in pain when she was beaten, so with a tremendous effort and low grunt, she got up and continued to run with a limp as her broken leg trailed behind. It was a pitiful sight even for her, but she carried on. Annalise would not give them the satisfaction of dragging her back home.

She said that they even dress like ordinary people, so you really got no idea that the one who serves you food is richer than you. I just realized that people like them are really existing. Those who are already living a great life, the ones who don't have to work hard, silvered-spoon, but still chose to work in the streets instead of going back and forth in their huge offices. “Maybe they are not happy being rich.” said Miss Mia who's sitting beside me, just outside our stall.Tim and Sir Flinn are arguing about how to pronounce the word they saw in the dictionary, but later, they will found out both of them are wrong.

“So, you’ve let Camilla go? That means you should understand the emptiness that follows, right? If you’re no longer going to repeat the same mistakes, then why do you need me to give you another chance, Dominic? “I’m not a backup option you can rely on whenever you feel like it. I’m not your last resort or someone you wouldn’t have but now want. “I’m a living, breathing person, and I have the right to choose my own life. And you—right now, you’re just a part of my past that I’ve chosen to let go of. Do you understand what I mean?”

Luciana joked. "Is that why I'm the guest of honor?" Santiago asked. "You're the guest of honor so you can outbid Sofia," Adriana said. "The 'Platinum Crown' is a heavy title." Lanka looked at the board: Platinum Crown: Sofia Rivera. "Take the title," Sofia sighed. "It was a mistake. I thought I was signing for twenty grand, not two million. My husband nearly had a stroke." "But Rafael paid it," Adriana cooed. "Because he’s obsessed with you."

She gripped her silk duvet until her knuckles turned stark white, her heart hammering against her ribs, and she whispered, her voice hardening into something dangerous, “Your brother promised me that placeholder was nothing but a paper wife. If he lets her touch a single thing that belongs to me, I will never forgive him. Let me call your brother, Ziva.” Before Ziva could respond, the line went dead. Vivica threw her phone onto the silk sheets, her heart pounding so violently it felt as if it would burst right out of her chest. Vivica calmed herself down before she dialed her lover’s number. She didn’t want to be seen as desperate. In the meantime, Preston was at a high-end club, Havana, sur

On the day Leonard was executed, I received the highest honor in my field—the Excellence in Biology Award. During the press conference, the reporters asked, "Ms. Quinton, we heard you're still unmarried. Did your last relationship disappoint you? "Do you plan to marry in the future?" I smiled and shook my head. Love and marriage were no longer things I needed in my life. "I will never marry again," I said. "I will dedicate my life to fulfilling my promise." The reporters leaned in eagerly. "And what is your promise?" "To use my strength, however small, to save more lives and help more children find happiness again."

“Then treat it like one. Hire someone if you have to. Hell, pretend. Just get married.” Damon stood, shoving his chair back. The tension in the room snapped like overstretched wire. “So you want me to lie? To stage a fake marriage so I can keep the company?” Vincent’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to do whatever it takes. You’ve always said Caldwell International is your life. Prove it.” Damon walked toward the window, jaw clenched. Below him, the city glittered like scattered stars—buildings he owned, companies he ran, a world he commanded. And yet, here he was, trapped by a document written by a woman dead for over forty years.