Mi Desesperada Decision Novels & Stories

Would you still think it was your fault? Remy sounded more and more hysterical as she went on. Soon, she was yelling out the second half of her words. Her arrogance aside, everything she said was true. Without my parents and Blake's tacit approval, my disappointment wouldn't have turned into despair and I wouldn't have chosen to leave this world. My mom's body shook, and she collapsed on the ground. She covered her face with her hands, unable to stop her tears anymore. When I saw this, I didn't feel happy at all. Since I no longer cared, their regrets didn't affect me in the slightest.

I said as I crossed my legs and tapped my fingers on the table anxiously, waiting for Reina to come back from her bathroom trip. “Alright then.” Desire said but I could see how disappointed she was. But she stood up and left. I waited for quite some time and almost thought that Reina had escaped me, but just when I was about to convince myself that she had really run away, I saw her walking towards me. “Oh! Did Desire leave already? She has such a charming personality. You have a cool cousin Ian.” She said and smiled widely whilst staring at me. “Are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I asked, looking extremely pissed.

"That's the most ridiculous thing you've said all day." The conversation dies there. A few moments later, he stands and straightens his jacket. Thank God, as he reaches the door, he pauses and glances back at me. "She'll agree." The certainty in his voice irritates me enough that I fold my arms across my chest. "You seem awfully confident for someone making decisions about a woman you've met exactly once." His smile returns slowly. "Because desperation always wins." The door closes behind him. I stare at it for several seconds before looking away. I want to believe he's wrong. I want to believe Camila Reyes walks away and never comes back.

Every day felt like a silent waiting game, a test of patience that I was slowly losing. This evening, though, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know, even if it meant making a mistake. Desperation drove me to do what I had always avoided—I went to Madam Melania. I knew it was risky, that she was the last person I should approach, but my heart couldn’t stand the uncertainty any longer.

Treize swung around in his wheelchair and exited the room before she had the chance to finish her sentence. Maxine was startled for a few seconds before regaining her senses and preparing to follow Treize when his assistant stopped her and said, "Miss De Guzman, please do me a favor and behave yourself." Looking at Treize's chilly back, Maxine said, "If you don't let me stay, I will tell everyone that you are an impotent." Maxine is willing to put everything on the line to avoid being expelled out of the Delgado family. Her remarks caused him to halt and turn around to look at her again. His expression is chilly and frightening. Maxine, on the other hand, attempted to act courageous in order

Desi was hitting brick wall after brick wall no matter what she did she was never going to be able to breakthrough. She knew that she was just exhausting herself even more trying to explain to anyone who would listen what was going to happen. It was just that simple that she decided that she tossed the papers up in the air and basically said screw them all. She didn't care and then she actually lost her temper on the last person that had come in to basically beg for his power not to be relinquished to anyone.

He repeated and this time the finality in his voice was absolute. Something inside my chest sank and I understood the meaning immediately. There was no more space to push. No more chances to argue. I placed the tablet back onto the table and walked toward the door but just before stepping out, I stopped. I turned once more. Morningstar was watching me. And for the first time since I had met him, I let the desperation show. Not anger. Not defiance. Just one final attempt to make him understand this was crazy. Then I walked out. **

He pried her fingers away from him and stated plainly, “She has been with me for many years. Even a dog is still worthy enough of emotional attachment.” Clarice stumbled backward. Her makeup was smudged with tears. "You'll regret this…” The black Maybach sped away. Clarice's figure began to shrink in the rearview mirror until it vanished into the nighttime horizon. Arthur rolled down the car window to let the cold wind rush in, and yet, it was not enough to tune out the chaotic voices in his head. He received a few more texts from his assistant. “Mr. Renault, we found out that Miss Buccaneer contacted a company specializing in cultural activities in a neighboring city. They refused to disclo

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!