Romans & histoires Marta Cinta

I’d been sleeping in the arms of the storm and hoping the thunder wouldn’t ask questions or sweep me away. “You think I’m weak?” I asked. Marta shook her head. “I think you’re in love,” she said. “And that makes you brave—but also very, very breakable.” I took a step closer. “So what’s the plan? Let the brothers kill each other and you take the crown?” “If I wanted a crown,” she said, “I wouldn’t be drinking lemon verbena out of chipped English porcelain in a borrowed wing of a crumbling mansion.” “Then what do you want?” I asked louder than I intended.

But I let my pride do the talking for me. “Like I care!” I said waspishly. “Haven’t you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love?” She was teasing. Martina is making me payback for all the times I shipped her with my brother Marcus. She was relishing this. “Don’t start on me, Martina! I thought you didn’t like my ex?” “When did I say that? I only said that love complicates our lives. I am speaking for myself, not you.” She corrected.

I ask, the question burning in my chest. "There may be some discomfort the first time," Marta admits, "but it is a natural part of becoming a wife and a woman." She pats my hand reassuringly. "And remember, Selena, it is not just about duty. If you let it, it can be a beautiful experience." "Marta, I am scared." I try not to cry, but a few tears slip down my cheeks.

Richie heard what I said and he looked at Mary who was looking at us. "I love you too Rach." He says and kisses me. My eyes widen and I looked at Marta, she had that ‘Awwn’ look on her face. "You guys are so lovely together." She finally speaks out her looks. I roll my eyes and as Marta turns her gaze away from us, I elbowed Richie and got out of his grip. Let’s see how he responds to that with an I love you. "Ouch! My arm." Richie wince

"You look... tired. The dress is a bit much, don't you think?" ​I turned to Jaxson, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "What is she doing here?" ​Jaxson didn't even look at me. He was busy unbuttoning his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. "A mate bond is for the wolf, Ava. This..." He gestured toward Cassandra, his golden eyes finally flickering toward me with a cold, detached cruelty. "This is for me. I told you, don't mistake a political contract for a real marriage."

Darryll grumbles, scratching his neck as he looks at his brother once more. Marta let go of Harry and sits down in the chair next to Siri. "I have agreed to share my calling with him”. She looks from Siri over at me, something in her gaze has changed. It radiates a peace that I have never seen in the proud woman before. "I can see that". Siri pads Marta's hand. "What in the world could convince you ?" "I got an offer that I had a hard time rejecting”. Marta begins, but then she goes silent and bites her lip.

And it was painful to think that, like now, Tita Ingrid wasn’t affected by his words. Clenching his jaw, Marl sighed. “But you know what, Mom? Despite that, I still love you. And it was all because of Akemi.” “That’s crazy,” Tita Ingrid hissed. “Did you forget already? She chose Mister Dela Costa over you! After what you did for her, she can’t even love you like you love her.”

Mom responded, having tears in her eyes. 'That Man' they are talking about is none other than Curtis Massimo, the devil himself, he is one of the most wanted criminals aka Mafia who have hands in all types of illegal businesses and unfortunately, also my fiancee, I hate everything about him, Yet, I got one thing straight that he is not someone whom you like to have around especially when he is in his bad-tempered he never sees or thinks twice before murdering someone. Once, he killed a waitress because she doesn't bring dessert on time for me when he took me out for a date. He has no heart! Surviving that date is nothing less than an achievement. At least for me because I needed to watch eve