Mujer Capitulo 48 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Likes and comments…But don’t hate when some rude things comes on path…😔😔 sorry in advance…. Now next is prologue… Pre-cap: Maya left her nuptial house with Bella!! The moment door closed with bang it as their world separated for ever..🥺🥺

"Yep." April said. "Same here. Except I have just one. But he left after he got me pregnant, he just sends money." When she says this, I could recall that conversation with Madam Taylor and her anger towards her husband's will, it was logical that she was behind all this, just to make sure she gets what she wanted. Only one remained silent during the conversation, they glanced at a quiet Lucia and shook her. "What's your story." Brenda asked. Lucia maintained a proper posture and turned away. "Can't tell."

The whole room was messy and the dawn was up there to welcome the new day. But one pair of eyes was not at rest. It was a beautiful sight for the Capo who was in the air of her wife.he was moonstruck at the gigglemug of his wife. She was preaky, heartsome yet bumfuzzled with many things poking her heart. HIS POV……ahead **There are no words for this woman I have! She is the epitome of beauty, compassion and love. The lit in her can make anyone down her knees.***

Chapter 69(escape) Hazel's Point Of View: “No, I can't stay here!!" I shouted, shaking my head vigorously. "There's nothing we can do,” The woman replied. "He has more powers than he seems to. It seems like he's captured more women before us and we're the last batch,” She said, clenching her fist. "Do we want our children to go to waste and be used as sacrifices?!" I asked. "No,” she replied with some other women.

No one touches what is mine. “ I locked the woman away. She has been screaming like a banshee. I can't stand it.”Hugo informs me. I don't lay my hands on women but that doesn't mean that my men won't do that. since she thought that laying a hand on Megan was okay she shouldn't have a problem when my men lay hands on her.

The crowd, filled with reverence and loyalty, bowed their heads in acknowledgment of Capo’s words. “My dear people,” Capo began, his voice resonating with authority, “I have always believed that our strength as a family comes from the women in our lives. While my beloved wife may have tragically departed, fate has blessed us with a new queen. Margarita, the protectress of our legacy. I entrust her to your care, to be shielded and cherished as you would protect your king.”

Madam stares in disbelief, I look down, focusing on my plate. Seconds later, I hear the retracting sound of her clicking heels followed by the slam of the door. Lucia and I clearly jump but the men remain unfazed, "check the hinges, I don't want any broken doors in the house" Senior Capo orders one of the maids whose standing on the side. She quickly checks them, obliging the Capo's command. I'm surprised how chill he is, he truly doesn't care about his wife but about the door.

Yuri shakes his head, “No. She isn't your wife Adrian, that's a stripper, she nothing like my sister.” “Yes,” Devon seconds. “I don't remember your wife much but that's a stripper, Capo. Her name is Medusa, we saw her show earlier, remember?” Her show? “What show?” I frown, I don't remember seeing her before now. “Before we went to the private lounge.” “She was there?” I scowl, I didn't notice, I was working on my phone the whole time everyone is preoccupied with the dancers. “Adrian, what's gotten into you?” Hunter snaps, walking outside the club with a tequila bottle. “You made a scene, If I didn't know the owner we would have been kicked out like dogs.”

She stood slowly. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. But she smiled. “I’m okay.” The woman looked at her hand. A small crack had appeared across her palm. She stared at it in disbelief. “You hurt me.” Elena looked at her. “I know.” The woman raised her eyes. “You should not be able to do that.” Elena took Adrian's hand. “I've changed.” The First Mother suddenly screamed. “Elena, run!” Everyone turned. The woman above them smiled.

The atmosphere shifted into a quiet celebration, filled with soft tears and trembling smiles. But while the hospital overflowed with joy, in a dark corner of the women’s prison, a television flickered with the day’s news. There, disheveled and pale, her face bare of makeup, sat Valeria Montesino. On the screen, a blurred image of Adrián, Sofía, and the baby appeared. Valeria let out a crooked smile, a poisonous gleam in her eyes. “Well, what a surprise…” she whispered, gripping the bars of the window. “If those bastards only knew what I know…”