Mario Casas Relationships Novels & Stories

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.

That would be really messed up. Cas sighed, “I need to get you out of your head, Ley. So either you start talking or we start fucking.” “Second option.” I don’t want to talk right now. I didn’t want to hurt Cas any more than I was already doing. He was so helpful, but I knew it was hard for him to. He went from dating a widow, to dating a single mom with an ex-husband. And now that Oliver was alive, he would most likely always be part of our lives, simply because he was tied to my daughters.