Niño Adorable Del Ex Novels & Stories

He looks laid back and a bit younger than Santiago. He smiles as he shakes my hand, ignoring Santiago. “So I see the old fucker finally found his mate! Good to meet you, I’m Brjent.” He bellows and I instantly like the man. “Yeah and how he found me, goddess it was one big mess. I’m Adriana.” I smile up to him and he turns to his mate, nothing but love and devotion in his eyes. “I’m sure we will hear it later this evening, Adriana meet my mate, my Luna and my life. Johanna.”

My face must give out how confused I am because she goes on. "Oh you didn't know, Aaron had Pearl Anderson by his side in Colombia, and just so you don't think I'm talking out of my ass." He unlocks her phone, taps on it a little and shows me what seems to be a tabloid with the caption 'American billionaire's, super model girlfriend nurses him back to health after near death experience.' And at the center of it is a picture of a bandaged up Aaron walking hand in hand with Pearl Anderson in the streets of where I assume is Colombia. Both of them looking real cozy. My heart drops.

Focus, Catherine. I stared at him, trying to come up with a simple explanation. My heart sank as I realized I had to tell him the truth. "I wasn't cosplaying a runaway bride yesterday. I actually did run away from the altar, I'm blood-bound to the man I publicly rejected." "So your ex is Anderson Anderson." His voice had gone flat. Not a question it was a statement. "Yes, but how do you know—" "I'm an Anderson, third generation and your ex is fourth generation." His jaw clenched, and I watched something shuttering in his eyes. The warmth from moments ago was evaporating like morning mist.

Naomi clenched her jaw, and if she had not been educated, she would have caused a scene—especially since a woman clung to the collar of his beige tuxedo like a possessive guardian. “Wait, babe. Your bow isn’t right. Let me fix it,” said the woman named Laureth, according to the newspaper. “N–Niel…” Naomi nearly stammered. How did he become Niel? Tomorrow, would he be someone else entirely? “Proxy,” he answered calmly, staring straight at her, completely ignoring his clingy girlfriend. “Niel del Prado is the groom’s cousin. He couldn’t attend because of a motorcycle accident.” “Take your places,” Naomi said, ignoring him.

Just the ocean, the sky… and the two figures playing in the water. My two favorite people in the world. Nico and our son, Dantay Maximino Baldocchi. He was beautiful, the apple of our eyes. All boyish mischief and sunshine. He was literally a mini-version of Nico except for the golden hair he got from me. But god, was he beautiful. My life before he came was already beautiful, but my life after Dantay… that was heaven. Because through him, I got to see Nico as a father.

By early evening, a new headline broke: Adrian Cross Confirms Relationship with Luna Reyes: 'She’s My Partner in Life and Work' The post was accompanied by a perfectly framed image of them at a private charity gala weeks earlier, hand in hand, eyes locked, unguarded yet confident. The statement read: Luna Reyes is not fragile. She is brilliant, resilient, and a force in this industry. Anyone who suggests otherwise will have to face the truth: she is untouchable, and she is not alone.

Enrique Ramos replied. Nicko looks away. He is sick of seeing Enrique's face, which looks so innocent, even though it has offended him so deeply. "You think I'm joking with what I said? Ian is my son. What do you want?" Nico replied. Enrique is silent. He doesn't dare look into Nicko's hazel eyes. How could Nicko say that with such certainty? Suddenly the hands of this child's soccer coach felt cold and sweaty. His heart even began to beat wildly. He kept wondering if this was true. If that's true, then he has offended the Young Master.

A middle-aged man was waiting for Alex's arrival at his residence, his fingers tapping the sofa repeatedly as if counting down the limits of his patience. Not long after, his house guard entered, followed by several other guards from outside, indicating that Alex had finally come in response to Robinson's summons. "Sorry, I'm a bit late," Alex said awkwardly. Robinson ignored him, his expression flat and cold. "Explain!" Robinson snapped, throwing a newspaper right before Alex. Alex froze, his hands clasped tightly together. The carefully planned words in his mind evaporated as he saw the front-page headline announcing that his only son had officially married.

Gwen turned to her two boardmates and blew out the cigarette smoke from her mouth. "Who else? It's his multi-billionaire jowa! (boyfriend)" Rona replied to him. "Ah, the one he says is the owner of famous beauty products? What's his name again? Adam? Adonis? Allan?" Lisa asked while wiping her red hair with a towel. Gwen approached them and sat in the empty seat. "Adante, Adante Kier Bautista." He pointed at the same time he drank a cup of coffee that Rona had brewed earlier.

“You need to see their son, Luciano. Oh, the boy is so handsome.” Mrs. Jimenez rolled her eyes. She saw the boy at the church the other day. He was good looking but there were still better looking men in Santa Marta “he is not that handsome.” Mama Dora’s jaw dropped. Her boggy eyes were on Adela. They did not blink for a second. She wanted to be sure that she heard her friend correctly “the boy is very handsome. He has Julio’s physique and his wife’s beautiful face. We can’t deny the fact that he is the current most eligible bachelor in the whole of Santa Marta. He is driving everyone nuts…including Isabella.”