Miles Morales I Made A Mistake Novels & Stories

"Well, I just thought that we would be together now that mom and I are back." "Uh, what do you mean?" "Well you guys said you were off getting really smart so you could take care of yourself. But that night I heard mommy crying in the kitchen to grandma about a mistake." "What else did you hear buddy?" "Just stuff like 'I should of done better' 'I should of stayed and fought for him' but I wasn't sure who mommy was talking about." I knew exactly what she was talking about. I didn't think my heart could break anymore, but it did.

"Yeah, we're in the clear, for now at least." "Good, I wanna keep this tank intact so I can work on it when we get back," Miguel said and turned on some music from his phone, Van Morrison's classic was the first to play and we sang along, making Jay pull up his hoodie in embarrassment again. We were driving for another nine hours so I decided to do something fun, I told Miguel that I would catch up with him sooner or later. I climbed out of the tank and whistled, down the road came my motorcycle roaring, I was gonna have some fun.

I was seriously thinking of begging for his mercy, but the fear in me got the best part of me, so instead of doing that, I immediately wrote a letter explaining what happened, and told him I was really sorry for my mistake. Yeah, you can call me a scaredy cat, but I really don't think I could face Jayden right now, I could already imagine his scary expression when I told him that I made a mistake that cost him a billion-dollar business deal. I silently went upstairs and unlocked the door, and after that, I ran away, leaving Jayden's car behind, so he could use it back to wherever he came from. Luckily, there was a bus going to Manila when I got to the side of the road.

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

Anthony had given it to her. “Damn it!” Morales growled, smashing the watch to the ground. He stormed toward me and slapped me hard again. “You will pay for your child’s mistake.” My face burned with pain. I was too exhausted even to cry anymore. “If this isn’t Alejandro’s child,” he sneered, “who else would spend millions on a customized wristwatch for a child?” Suddenly his face stiffened. “Untie her. Now. Our location has been found.” They hurriedly untied me.

He does not know his ass from his elbow, the stupid jerk. It was only after Alpha Manzitti called me to apologise that I realised what the issue was. “Your car was spotted on our premises and I’m sure you can understand why that made my pack members suspicious, Ms Morales. But please accept my apologies. I will contact your father or Brad and apologise too.” The big dumb meathead, and why did he have to bring Brad into it too. He is not even a Morales- I am! “Ms Morales, about the woman who was using your car...”

Miles rushed into the store and saw that it have been ransacked, his face fell, and he clenched his fists instinctively. Rushing out of the store, he saw a car driving off. He turned around, and looked at the floor, he discovered that they have taken Papa Shu away. He exhaled in relief, locked the store after cleaning the blood, and left. At dusk, Mora returned from an audition looking moody. “Mom, what is it?” Miles asked, Mora, squeezed a smile. the audition she went to, turned out bad, they disqualify her directly without giving her a chance to even sing, and they consider her as someone who has outgrown the age of being scouted.

Galileo whispered into my ear. I opened my mouth to respond to him when the blonde-haired man turned around. It was Williams Morales. The bastard. The shock on his face when his eyes landed on me was a reward in itself. What if I buy his daughter just to spite him? But it’s an auction. Too much money to waste. “It’s Mr. Morales! The stronzo (asshole)!” Galileo muttered. When Williams Morales outsmarted us with an inadequate delivery over seven years ago, Matteo was in the UK. My grandfather was still the mafia boss and I was his underboss. Galileo and I were the ones given the task of confronting the bastard.

“Oh! Then you had an affair with his beloved son. How do I put it? You are tired of old blood, and wanted something fresh,” “Stop it!” I yelled. “What we had was a mistake, a mistake I wish I could reverse. We were both damn drunk. It was just a one-night fling that wasn't meant to happen, and it will never happen again,” “Oh a fling! I like the sound of that. And how are you sure it won't happen again. You know what, that night was one hell of a night I can't easily do away with,” “Suit yourself, and mind you, you ought to give me some respect here, I am your father's wife,” I warned.

Miles emotionally replied, "I was set up! You were the one who hurt me badly. I've been to countless hearings, yet I never got to see you. You were always attending remotely. I couldn't even see you once. "I got drunk that day and somehow ended up in bed with Sasha. I swear that that was the only time! I don't know how, but she ended up pregnant. I had no choice. I couldn't just let the child be born without a father." "Well, fortunately, the baby now has one," I replied. Miles said, almost with a sense of relief, "She miscarried." I was taken aback.