La Vidas Prestada Novels & Stories

Under the watchful gaze of her entire family, I froze for two seconds, then forced a bitter smile, trying to play along with her performance. A sharp sting pierced my chest. So this was it—I wasn't allowed to be seen. I had a thousand things I wanted to say, countless questions I longed for Alicia to answer. But now, all my strength had drained away. Suddenly, everything felt meaningless. "I just got back and haven't had a chance to inform you yet, Ms. Davids," I replied, keeping my voice measured. Recognizing my subtle courtesy, Alicia's expression returned to its usual calm. At the dining table, everyone laughed and chatted as if part of a perfectly staged scene. I and Alicia's boyfriend,

"How do I know you didn't know about this and did nothing?" "No-no, I've done many things, but this, this is not who I am, please. There's nothing I can do for that poor girl, your mother. But you are my grandson the first. There must be a reason why you were allowed to exist and to become the man that you are. It's not your fault, and it's not her fault, but do you really want to give up your life?" "What do you mean? Give up my life." "Do you know who we are? Did your mother not tell you? No matter what life you had in America, it cannot compare to the life you'd have as the grandson of Salvatore Ricci." Yes, I know.

she exclaimed. Preston’s expressions were cold. “Where’s your belly? Where’s the thing inside?” he asked. When Xyla heard this, she became even more furious. “Still dare to mention my belly?! I’m telling you now, we’ve eaten away all those things you’ve worked so hard to breed. A disgusting freak like you deserves to die a terrible death.” “Hahaha!” Preston was so enraged that he started laughing. “You actually ate them. Good, very good. None of you will be able to leave today. Since you’ve eaten my babies, I’ll eat all of you,” he muttered.

When I stayed with him in a basement apartment and split a single bread roll between two meals, where was that darling heroine? When I sold the house my mother left me and my dowry to help him survive his crisis, where was she? Now that Preston Hale had become a billionaire CEO, she wanted to swoop in and reap what I'd sown? On what grounds? "Honey? Why are your hands so cold?" Preston lowered his head and rubbed my hands, his brows drawn together, his voice careful. But when I looked at his handsome face, I had only one thought. For another woman, he was going to push me into becoming a sleazy livestreamer.

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Under the speculative stares around him, even Terence, who was usually so good at keeping up appearances, felt his face burn crimson. He couldn't bring himself to admit that every cent he'd ever blown had come from my paycheck. Even the guesthouse they stayed in this morning—he'd only managed to pay for it by pawning his watch. He knew Wendy far too well after all their secret hookups. He'd been dangling the transfer spot like bait to keep her around. Now that he had nothing left to offer, he knew exactly what was coming. Sure enough, when Wendy realized he was broke and the apartment was gone, she turned to cops who were leading Kamila away.

“Xav, do I get to feel this tight pussy around my cock just for a second? She is nice and wet now.” I shake my head no but Xavier grabs my chin “Don’t you wanna make me happy? You said not judgment. I had to sit by while that pussy of yours called out to another wolf. The least you can do is let me watch as a wolf of my choosing takes that lil pussy.” Guilt washes over me and I find myself nodding my head yes. Liberty isn’t speaking to me; she is using all her efforts to block any pain from Christian. “Okay baby keep your eyes closed.”

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

Otherwise, I would have gladly turned around and left. After all, they were only doing this after my death. My father poured the good wine he had been saving and silently filled glasses for my mother and Liam. My mother looked dazed. "Vanessa, it's time to eat! These are all your favorite dishes!" The three of them looked like they were about to tear up as they silently ate. The wine visibly diminished in the bottle. I sighed and genuinely couldn't understand what they were doing right now. "Miranda." My father poured another glass for my mother. "Do you think I deserve to die?"