Novel & Cerita Mario Casas Relationships

Marco is in his study, he is about to contact Xander, his best friend who is also titled as an alpha in the pack not far from his. His head is still shrouded in various kinds of problems he faces, first Mario and the hunters, also the rouge… Then Charles, and now the fact that Jasmine is not a member of the Mendes family, and the problem of bonds that have not fully united with Jasmine. Jasmine can only officially become his, and formally be his Erasthai if that woman is pregnant, and she is very afraid of pregnancy. He squeezed his forehead which suddenly felt hurt.

Yeah I should talk to him, maybe he just won't let me know about annulment. Andrei arrived just in time with his friend. "Sorry it took so long" my husband apologized. "It's okay" I said. "Maybe you already know my companion but for formality let me introduce my friend, Daevon Castanio, Daevon here's my wife Cassandra and her friend Ayesha." Daevon immediately offered his hand so I was about to shake it but Andrei avoided my hand. I heard Daevon smirked before he transferred to my friend. "Nice to see you again miss" and then he smiled.

- Have you finished laughing? Mario is my best friend before being my second. He is an unconditional support for me; he was there when my parents died in a plane crash; we were both thirteen, and his parents were on the plane too; we supported each other. Over the years, our friendship has solidified, becoming more brotherly. I would give my life for him and vice versa. We have sometimes shared women. For the past six months, he has become more stable in his romantic relationships since meeting my current second secretary; it’s crazy love between them. In fact, I have two secretaries and two assistants, one of each for the legal world and the other for the criminal world.

“I know this is going to sound crazy but just listen to what I’m about to tell you and trust me that it’s the truth.” I swore I heard him gulp nervously before saying, “okay, what is it?” There was no escaping his so I blurted it out. “Phraser told me that we may have found your uncle.” “What?” Cas sounded confused and I could not blame him. “I do not have an uncle. Well, technically I do but he ran away after my grandfather disowned him.” “Well, we found that uncle.” I stood and started pacing around the waiting room. “He’s here in NYC and he goes by the name Mario.”

I did not understand what he just said because I was distracted by the food in front, I mean the packed abs. "you know what, Mendez, that'll be yours so no need to look that much, it will be all yours. So getting to know each other?" I have my breathe calm with his words. So I sat down and we talked about things... FACTS ABOUT MR. CASPIAN AREVALO *NO GIRLFRIEND SINCE BIRTH (with that face HAHAHHAHA he never got one, ow a shy type huh.) *NEVER HAD SEX ( i have no words for this)

“Come on Ty let’s get the girls I’ll help get them to wherever you want to take them to keep them safe.” “Thanks Cas. It means a lot.” He nods. “They’re my family too. I like them and I won’t let the likes of my cousins corrupt them or treat them badly..” “Let’s go.” He nods. I look at Mario. “Last chance Mario what's it to be?” He looks into my eyes questioning his loyalty to the brothers and his supposed love for me. I know which I would choose in a heartbeat. I wouldn't need convincing at all. “Let’s go Cas. Mario’s made his decision.”

And then there were the rumors that had started after our separation and Mario had started drinking. "Mario Santiago and his new wife heading for divorce?" "Trouble in paradise?" "The Santiago's marriage: A deal or the real thing?" I had seen the headlines, and a few people had recognized me at the club. Some people pitied me, others thought I was lucky, and a few openly hoped I’d disappear so they could have a shot at him. They had no idea. Because while Mario Santiago was the face of one of the most powerful corporations in the country, there was another side to it. A darker side.

Shuffling unsteadily, he stepped off the porch of his once-luxurious home, and moved toward the front gate. With a pained gaze, he looked back at his house one last time. He was now officially homeless, suddenly without a roof over his head. Mario sat down on the sidewalk in front of his former home, still unsure what to do next. His body felt weak; he hadn’t eaten breakfast all morning, and had only drunk bottled water at the gym. Mario had officially divorced his wife, Rosita Mulya, two months earlier, and they’d been living apart for three months. Before becoming his spouse, Rosita had been his manager. They’d first met when Mario was launching his career as a fitness celebrity.

Cole, his housekeeper. Of course he had a fucking housekeeper. We ventured further inside, and the site that met my eyes was enough to crush my insides. A skinny woman and a boy of about four lounged on a couch, watching tv. Holy shit. I should have fucking known. I gaped at Mariano. "You didn't tell me you had a son and a wife, honey!" I said sweetly. His eyes crossed over to mine, cold and calculative. "What?" They woman and the boy noticed our presence, and the tv was switched off. The boy came running towards Mariano, and wrapped his arms around Mariano's legs.