Livia Brito Novelas Novels & Stories

When Lynne finished her rant Midnight huffed and stomped her foot "I hope you die tonight." She stormed out of the room and Lynne just stood there certain with her choice. ___________________________________________________________________ The night came slowly for Lynne and the fight she had with Midnight was still fresh on her mind but she brushed it to the side because there was a more important matter at hand. Why would she care about the brat, she was doomed anyway that doesn't change the fact for Lynne to pity her. She was at her range again to let off steam and ease her nerves, as Lynne fired another knife to its target, a small rustle from the bush made her stop midway, she eyed the

She shook her head, wiped her tears, and lay on the bed. "Gosh! Why am I being treated this way? I don't deserve this!" Lucinda whimpered as tears welled up in her eyes. She grabbed her duvet. Everyone is just supporting my husband, and he hasn't even told me about my parents. Everyone in the Bible has parents and someone they came from, but I just found myself alone in this world, at the top, where no one understands me. Lucifer told me he didn't rebel against God; instead, they had an agreement to test human faith in God. I really want to go to Earth. I want to see what it looks like, how people live, how they communicate, and experience everything. I want to know it all! she cried inwardl

As they walked through the hallway, Lidia noticed Bruno’s bedroom door standing slightly open. Curiosity made her glance inside. She suddenly gasped. “Mrs. Flaviana!” Without thinking, she rushed toward the room. Flaviana hurried after her. Both women stopped in the doorway. Bruno lay asleep on the carpet, one arm under his head, the laptop still glowing beside him. Lidia quickly looked toward the screen. A search page remained open. Its title read: “How to Win Back the Woman You Hurt Without Forcing Her.” Below it were dozens of tabs:

Livia’s jaw clenched, her fingers tightening around the safehouse key in her pocket, Alessandro’s trust a steady anchor after Giulia’s betrayal last night. She’d come here on a tip from Sergio, her chain-smoking informant, who’d whispered about Dante’s latest gamble—a rigged bet set up by Sofia to trap him deeper with Russo. Livia wasn’t here to save him; she was here to watch him fall, to prove she’d outgrown the cage he’d built around her. But the sight of his trembling hands, betting the last piece of his family’s legacy, stirred a flicker of pity she quickly crushed.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

A screenshot of a post my sister had just made on her social media handle. “My shameless sister Lila Smith is fucking the both Valencia twins. They’re sharing her like a cheap whore. Attaching mockery and laughing emojis at the end of the post with blurry photos of me wrapped in a bedsheet, lying exhausted beside Dominic. The post already had hundreds of likes and comments calling me names, laughing and asking for more details. My blood ran cold. Dominic snatched the phone from my hand. His jaw tightened as he read it. Dante leaned over and cursed under his breath.

“I found an old audio file last month. Luca reading a bedtime story to Elena when she was small. His voice was younger than I ever heard it. He did all the voices—dragon, knight, even the princess. Terrible French accent.” Livia laughs softly. “He never told us he could do accents.” “He couldn’t,” Elias says. “But he tried anyway.” One of the veterans—a woman who ran logistics in the Pacific for twenty years—shares next. “Elena once rerouted an entire medevac flight to pick up a single trafficked girl in a storm. Plane almost didn’t make it. She never mentioned it in reports. Just said ‘cargo delivered’ and went to bed.” I go last.

“But why would she refuse to help him? Diego was her brother!” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Her brother?” He echoed, almost mockingly. “Diego wasn’t her brother, Lyla. He was her boyfriend.” “Boyfriend?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why would she betray him, then?” Lucian walked over to Mona. “Because.” He said, crouching to meet her eye level, “Diego wasn’t the kind of boyfriend you write love stories about. He was an abusive, cheating bastard.”

Welthe might doubt her or that she won’t be able to speak with him directly. As she journeyed to the residence of Mr. Welthe, doubt filled her heart. Livia’s sole purpose in that place is to uphold the truth and safeguard the billionaire from being manipulated for nefarious purposes. In her previous life, she discovered the truth that had eluded her for so long. However, she lacked the courage to rectify the situation earlier, as Letty had cunningly deceived her. The woman shed tears in front of her, pleading desperately for her silence as their friendship hung in the balance.