Malentendido Novels & Stories

“He’s not mad at you, Maya. Not in the way you think. He’s mad at himself. He’s scared, and Kael doesn’t do fear well after what happened to Andrea.. It comes out as control. Orders. Anger.” I stared at my hands. “That doesn’t make it okay.” “No,” Rowan said quietly. “It doesn’t.” The silence stretched again, but this time it felt different. Not painful. Just full of things we weren’t quite ready to say yet. Then, out of nowhere, it happened. A flash. A memory—or something that felt like one—slammed into my mind like a door swinging open too fast. Marta. We were standing in a field I didn’t recognize. She was laughing. I was smiling. Behind her, carved into an old stone, was a glowing symbol

I asked, feeling a little hopeful, and when he nodded I felt even more hopeful. "Maybe you can help me talk to your cousin, I mean, I kidnapped him thinking that he was Mel's boyfriend, I didn't really understand Mel when she came home drunk, and she was slurring so much, so I mistook the name she muttered for Jayden Andrada," I explained.

"You created this whole world in your head. A world where you think you deserve love after all the fucked up things you've done." Lorenzo shook his head, "I-I don't understand what's happening. B-Bonnie we just had three babies. W-we're happy!" "What babies Lorenzo?" Bonnie asked. Lorenzo glanced at the cribs and they were gone. Amara, Adriano and Adamo were gone. Lorenzo gripped his head as he felt a massive headache hit him. "What's going on? I don't understand." Bonnie walked close to him, gripping his neck, "I'll tell you what's going on, you sick bastard. You're hallucinating."

I thought for a moment, then asked, "What if Mom doesn't agree?" Matt grew even more annoyed. "Don't you know how to drug her? You were so good at drugging me last time. Can't you do it again?" He hung up. I tapped to end the recording. I might be a little slow, but after hearing my situation, the lawyer felt very sorry for me. Because I'm missing a screw and only ever hear half of what's said, the lawyer was worried I wouldn't remember things. He told me to record every call with Matt.

I'm losing concentration. I try to remind myself why I can't want Chase or even think about him. He's not my kind of man. If I want to give a relationship a second chance it should be with someone like Anderson. He's older, hard working, good looking, sweet. He's everything every woman would want. But every passing day I just can't help myself but think about Chase. How I wished I could have him again. I want Chase to be mine and only mine. And staring at his date as he gives her the gentlest smile, I just wished I was the one. I shake my head at how fucked up I've become because of a man I can't have. I remind myself for the gazillionth time Chase is a man I can't have. It's time to let him

I never got tired of it. I went into the den and turned the tv on. I couldn't even focus on the movie. My mind kept racing to Micheal. I missed him so much. I refused to believe that it was all a misunderstanding. I started to call one of my girls but decided that i isn't gonna bother them on Christmas. I needed to do some to clear my mind. I went into the kitchen to grab me a bottle of wine. Soon as I walked into the room, Damien instantly hung up his phone. I instantly got suspicious. He looked up at me sheepishly.

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

" 'Good', eh?" "Well_ the word 'Violent' would be more accurate for that, I think," Malum narrows his eyes. "Stanley, listen. The thing happened between us in LA_ it was kind of an unintentional misunderstanding, okay? I know, there's not any proper excuse that my brother killed Garrett Greenham, but__"

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