Libros Julia Navarro Novels & Stories

Jackson felt a shiver of unease race up his spine, “Is she in trouble?” Julio stared at the man, his clear grey eyes taking in the young PI. What could he possibly know about the world, about life? “She is my wife,” Julio answered honestly. “Her name is Natalia Cerone and she most definitely isn’t trustworthy, but she is good at taking on other personas. Now, I will ask you again, where she is. I am not in the habit of threatening the help, but as you can see this is an extenuating circumstance.”

in Julia's tone caught everyone off guard. Unperturbed, Julia expanded upon her earlier declaration, her voice audacious and unapologetic. "I sought after Jared's wealth and aspired to become the mistress of this estate. And not only that, I've formulated a cunning plan over the past few days. I sedated Jared, engaged in a physical relationship with him, and subsequently manipulated conception, ensuring he wouldn't be able to extricate himself from me." Julia's confession left Yannie and the others gaping. They had encountered shameless individuals before, but Julia's brazenness in openly and unabashedly voicing her intentions was beyond their wildest expectations.

Maya finally sighed and said: "Alright, as long as you’re comfortable with her, that’s what matters." But Julia was looking at me with a strange expression, as if she felt that I was hiding something. She didn’t say anything, but she kept watching me silently. I felt uncomfortable, so I tried to change the subject quickly. "Ah… I just remembered. When I was cleaning Professor Lucas’s room… I noticed a picture on the wall of him with a beautiful woman. Based on the descriptions I gathered from this world… I think she was Princess Navarin." Maya’s eyes widened with excitement and she said:

Armor disguised as grace. Lena arrived last. I saw her from across the room, dark curls tucked into a sleek twist, a navy suit that fit like it had been measured in whispers. She didn’t smile when our eyes met. Lena Alvarez, the woman who dismantled a tech conglomerate with a single article, and made a hedge fund CEO cry on live TV. She didn’t need warmth to be dangerous. Just facts, and the scent of blood. “Juliana Cross,” she said as she stopped in front of me.

Gabi replies. My brows furrow as I walk back to take my seat on the chair in front of her desk. I know Gabi didn't want me to hire Arian based on the fact that she has no work experience and she only has a high school diploma compared to the others but even so, I know she'll do a better job of taking care of Kary than the rest of them. "She used to be married?" I ask. "Yep. She was the wife of Mexico City's mad man. Rafael Navarro."

How do you explain that your very existence is an act of war? Later that week, I risked it. I needed to know. The silence from the outside world was becoming more dangerous than the truth. I left Marcello with Dona Beatriz and went to a different internet café, one two districts over. I paid cash, pulled my hood low, and typed it in: César Navarro 2024 The results flooded the screen instantly. There were business articles about Navarro Industries expanding into North Africa and Portugal. There were photos from a gala in Milan.

Julia's pov I was at the library with Casey, of all places. Yeah, she finally figured out a way to drag me out of the house. I don’t know how she does it, but here I am. Staring at dusty bookshelves, inhaling that strange mix of old paper and coffee. If I’m honest, I’m not even paying attention to the books. I just need to move around, get some air, try to push back the constant nausea that’s been threatening to take over my life ever since… well, you know. Pregnant life.