Mi Maestro De Vida Novels & Stories

CLARA'S POV “Young master's ex wife.” Cecelia said. It was like a bell rang in my head when Cecelia told me who the lady was. “What did you just say???” I asked still in disbelief. “She is Monalisa, the young master's ex wife and she is also trouble.” Cecelia said in a whisper. “What are you both whispering about??? And you must be the famous Clara right??” Monalisa asked with a smile. If confusion was a person, it would be me at that moment because I didn't understand anything that was going on.

When the public's attention was all on it, they all sent their best wishes to me, thinking that I was fortunate to have gotten rid of a scum. "The scum and the bitch really deserve each other. They have achieved a family reunion to some extent." "I didn't believe the mistress in the first place. If she was normal, why didn't she get suspicious even if the man hadn't married her for fifteen years?" Reading people's comments, I posted my divorce certificate. Later, I moved on, resigned from the school, and started my own education company. Over the years, I had been nurturing numerous talented and virtuous students who had gone on to excel across the nation.

I’m a meticulous person and every single detail that I want is already written and when my maid gave it to her she was surprise but also pleased as she don’t need anything but to put it into reality. “Can you give me strawberries?” I asked my maid as I’m talking to the designer. “How far long are you?” She asked that I immediately gave her the answer but other than that she has more questions that I will just smile at her and chose silence as an answer. I hate talking about my pregnancy to other people especially that my trust is broken due to the media and all that has happened. “Here you go, Ma’am.” I smile and eat the strawberries but my smile faded as I remember Arthur.

This is their idea, how can their family do that? “Listen to me first, Mr. Dain, first of all, my family doesn't have the manpower to do this. Besides, the recipe for this dish is simple and doesn't require a lot of ingredients, and I guarantee that this is a unique dish that no one can imitate. Secondly, since we got married, the village chief has helped us a lot, so this is just a small landing. If the Village Chief isn't at home, he can come to my place in the evening and tell me more."

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

Samson asserted. “What? Who is Master?” Margarita was taken aback, trying to comprehend the significance of this revelation. “Consider him as a mastermind or the man who made Capo what he is today,” Samson explained. “You mean Capo’s mentor. How is it related to me?” Margarita felt a wave of confusion and worry wash over her.

Zella jokingly assured her that the party would be extravagant. “Oh, my mom! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it later,” Sofia said with a smile. Earlier, Sofia had received a text from her mom reminding her to bring food home. She didn’t bother replying since she was busy helping with the organizer. At 24 years old, Paloma Sofia Santos had already gone through many hardships. One of these was her mother falling ill. She had also worked various jobs over the years. Growing up in poverty, Paloma Sofia was determined to escape it. She didn’t want her and her mother to suffer for the rest of their lives. She did everything to ensure their survival.

I wanted to say something but was shocked when she placed her finger on her lips, signaling me to keep quiet then she focused on the stage, though her hand was still clenching mine, and it was trembling. I smiled and also focused on the man on the stage. Maestro Wills is the only brother of Mr. Wills who I had just greeted at the door. Maestro Wills's full name is Dean Wills, and he is a respected Pianist. He devoted his life to playing the piano and had no Wife or children, though I heard he once had a lover, but she died.

Came the reply. Big Master. Fabiano scoffed internally. He was the Big Master now. With his father was alive, he was ‘Little Sir’ and now that his father was dead, he became ‘Big Master’. It wasn’t like he was sad that his father was dead. He was happy. His father was a piece of ass who deserved to die the minute he took his first breath but damn! Life’s cruel. His father lived. He lived and ruined others’ life before he finally died.

The old man smiled and said, “You can't compare to me anymore. Even if you shave a few digits off my age, I'd still be older than you. You don't have to be humble. Your talent can indeed be regarded as the number one amongst the younger generation.” “Mr. Chief of Staff, you’re so hilarious. I don’t dare to think so. As the saying goes, there will always be people who are better than me. It’s possible there is someone who can surpasses me somewhere in this world.” “Not bad, not bad, not bad at all. You are indeed a very good successor. With this heart of yours, you will obtain limitless future achievements. Don't call me Mr. Chief of Staff anymore. My name is Mason Stefani, you can call me Ol