Novel & Cerita Maritza Esposito

AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you is a temptation, every moment with you is pure surrender." ZAFIRA WILDER ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“I don’t give a damn about some Beta or that useless Luca! You’re still the same brainless idiot who showed up covered in mud, and I was stupid enough to pity you!” The words tore out of me, sharp and furious. “I’m the mate of Alpha Lorenzo Greco, you idiot! Do you even understand what that means? Even your Patriarch has to speak to my husband with respect!” If she was going to flaunt power that wasn’t even hers, I wasn’t about to stay quiet. For a second, it looked like she wanted to keep going, but it was obvious she couldn’t come up with anything smart. Marcella had never been particularly bright.

Jones’ agent also responded: [Ms. Jones is and has never attacked Ms. D’Ore, intending to steal or destroy her person, career, or property. We’re saddened to admit that Ms. D’Ore has in fact destroyed Ms. Jones’s marriage, of which Ms. Jones has stayed silent until now. She auditioned, as did Ms. D’Ore. She did nothing extra to gain the part, and the cast agent selected Ms. Jones on her merits and talents, nothing more. Ms. Jones would like to congratulate Ms. D’Ore on her journey into motherhood and wishes her well.]

“For a long time now, I’ve been navigating a path filled with misunderstanding and hurt. I was once seen as just ‘the Omega,’ an unwanted burden in a world filled with expectations that I struggled to meet. But each day, the weight of those labels clouded my vision, obscuring who I truly am—I am an Alpha female. Yes, I have announced this before but I want to let the cat out from the bag by telling everyone how the moon goddess blessed me with a second mate” Gasps rippled through the cafeteria, a mixture of disbelief and intrigue sweeping over the crowd. I sank deeper into my seat, a spiral of emotions swirling within me—guilt, anger, regret. How had I been so blind to her worth? “The Moon G

She comments as she bites on her lower lip. “ Yeah, plus I love food.” I eat like there is no tomorrow. “ So where is Santino’s brother?” “ Oh Maximo, he is on a business trip. He will be back after three days I think.” She answers sounding unsure. I still don’t know who she is in this household.

Although she was nervous, she had to stand her ground because no matter what, Noah and she were married. "Don't ask too many questions. And fine, let's just chat here. I don't want to linger here anyway. I just came to ask you about Noah." "I heard you were Noah's ex-girlfriend. Do you know who I am and what my relationship with Noah is?" Zara asked seriously. Grace raised one eyebrow at the mention of Noah's name, "Who doesn't know Zara Jones? I've seen you on TV a lot. But how do you know about my relationship with Noah?"

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Ngumiti ako pumalakpak nadin habang nakatingin kay Tita. After we settled down, Tita Marga spoke again. "And by the way, the reason why I invited you today is not only because it's my birthday, but I also wanted to introduce to you the fiance of Marckael Zaragosa, my eldest son..." Napa-awang ang labi ko sa sinabi ni Tita Marga. Natataranta kong binalingan ang pamilya ko. Mama looked at me worriedly. "Anak? What does she mean? Khael is your fiancee?"

Dante said, and felt the word land with a precision he hadn't entirely intended. Elian looked at him for a moment longer than was strictly navigational, then looked back at the road. "My contact in Lisbon," he said. "Her name is Marta. Marta Sousa. She's fifty-three, she's a former investigative editor at a major Portuguese newspaper, she retired seven years ago and has since been running what she describes as a media consulting business and what I describe as a covert infrastructure for protecting endangered journalists." He paused. "She's one of the most competent people I know."

Gia must have been behind all those bad comments. “Rosalia, Mateo’s sister, do you remember Mateo? Never mind,” he held the phone and urged his mother to focus on what he was going to say; “the point is that Rosalia told me, that Mateo told her, that your future wife works in a coffee shop in Manhattan. Which, let me tell you, is...”