Novelas y relatos de Lester Papadopoulos

he slips his hands under me and pulls me into a sitting position --“the drugs make it hard, I know, but the Pope wants to see you.” “What drugs?” I mumble, hearing how much my words are slurring, but not really caring about it – I just want to go back to sleep. Lester doesn’t answer me, but pulls something over my head. “We have to cover you up a bit,” he explains. “The Pope prefers extreme modesty.” Off course he does, the self-righteous bastard. Like it’s my fault he has urges and can’t control himself. “My baby,” I say again. I can’t leave him here alone. What if they do something to him while I’m gone?

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

Brandon Katrakis Lucien Chairman and Founder Grethe & Elga Enterprises __________________________________________________ Subject: RE: re: re: Oliver’s News Yes. I heard we are looking after a potential criminal case, and this mayor is also harassing your fiancée. I can specifically have a background check on both of them first. I’ll try to give you an answer as soon as I can. I’ll see you on Sunday. Again, congratulations. Constantinos Katrakis CLO, C&C Legal Co. __________________________________________________ Subject: RE: re: re: re: Oliver’s News

Clinton I was in my office, reading through files of complaints that my people were making. The school needed money for rebuilding and repairing broken water pipes. I sent them the total amount required and was now going through my company affairs before I got a mind link from my Beta. “Alpha, there's a man looking for you. He said to tell you that it's urgent and important.” “What pack is he from, and can you give me a description of him?” I asked as I continued typing on my computer.

He said, still smiling. “Nah! You don't have to apologize! I should be thanking you for your generosity so far! Thank you for coming to pick me up, despites your tight schedule!” I said with a handshake. “I am Andrus Leister, the CEO’s Personal assistant. And we will be working closely together with president Chester!” The guy with the amber color eyes said, while offering his hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Mr Andrus, I am Alexandria Lexington!” I said, smiling at him. He is kinda cute. But it's just boyish cuteness unlike Murphy.

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

I know how to see what’s really there, what’s missing, what doesn’t add up. And something doesn’t add up. Sterling isn’t just funding lawyers. He’s moving money fast, shuffling assets, consolidating power in a way that looks like he’s preparing for something. Which means I need to cut him off before he can. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts until I find the name I need. Marcus Leland. Old friend. Former hedge fund guy. Someone who knows the back channels of finance better than most of the people running it. I press call.

“They’re not here to interfere. They’re here for something else.” Adonis made everyone sit, and Sophia sat opposite her parents, shooting them cruel looks and daring anyone to judge her. “Well, will someone speak up?" Sophia snapped. "I don't have time for this fucking reunion.” Her mom nudged her dad to speak. Sophia's gaze darted suspiciously between her parents and the strange woman. This better be newsworthy. “There’s something you need to know about your past,” Adonis started, but Sophia groaned. “I don’t give a fuck about the past. What matters now is Adonis accepts me and understands how much I love him. Everything else does not matter to me.”

He looked from Lydia to the man, his hand round her waist tightening, then loosening. It was as though he didn’t know what to do other than stand there and gape at the duo. “Mr. Steele,” someone rushed forward, nodding apologetically at Lydia then her father and completely ignoring Eddie. “I’m sorry, but there’s been a development. We need to leave now.” Mr. Steele? Did I hear well? As in, this was Marcus Steele? The president and CEO of the most prestigious and most powerful company in the country? Even Eddie did a double take. Did he not know?