No Going Back Floria And Antonio Novels & Stories

"The meeting is about to start. Can you take Eva and get as far away as possible?" I took Zach's arm and got ready to leave the hall. But Liam insisted on standing in my way. "You are my mate. How can you act so close to someone else without any shame? Come back with me. Stop making a scene." I looked at Liam coldly. "We're already over. I am no longer your mate, Liam." I believed that, at that moment, Liam truly wanted me to come back. He even lowered his pride and knelt before me, speaking sincerely.

Together, they would stand against the forces of corruption and betrayal that threatened to tear their family apart. As he gathered his allies and prepared to confront his enemies, Antonio felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. For he was Antonio Valencia, the heir to the Valencio estate, and he would not rest until his family's honor had been restored and their legacy secured for generations to come.

Mikael moved with ruthless efficiency, executing the division of every asset outlined in the settlement and sending the certified paperwork to the notary public. Only then did the reality finally crash down on Laurent: the divorce was serious. He didn't care about the billions or the property holdings in the slightest. He just lunged forward and grabbed Mikael by the arms, his voice tight. "Where is Debbie? Where did she go?" "Get your hands off me!" Mikael snapped, shoving him back with disgust. "Who are you to ask? What right do you have to know anything about her?" "Where is Debbie?" Laurent persisted, never feeling so out of control.

Lauren was stunned, she snapped her head up and looked at Sandra like she had just heard the craziest news, “What?! But—“ A chuckle interrupted her and Lauren immediately closed her mouth. She looked at her friend and felt helpless. “Yes, that was what I thought too. He had said he wouldn’t come back. We cut all ties, so why did he have to come back?! What the hell is he back for?!” She groaned angrily. Lauren rubbed her forehead and even she was shocked. But when she looked at her friend who looked like she had nothing to live for, she immediately calmed down and stood up to walk to her friend’s side. “What are you doing? I thought you said you had let it go? You always told me I was a fool

Toria chortled, her laughter resonating in the room. "Indeed, oh esteemed Lady Floridia..." Malta jeered, eyeing her with disdain. "How pitiful you appear now! Did you truly believe this outcome could be averted after abandoning me at the final moment? You desired Dirk's demise as fervently as I did, yet they spared your life in the end... I shall exact retribution, starting with you!" Floridia cried out in agony as a dagger pierced her chest. Her weakening eyes fluttered, shifting between Malta and Victoria, both reveling in her imminent demise. For the first time, Floridia experienced profound abandonment and solitude, compounded by her failure to locate her son. Uncertainty plagued her -

“You came for me?” Antonio rushed to her side, dropping to his knees. “God, Ria…” he knelt beside her. “I’m here,” he said gently. “You’re safe now. I’m here.” She stared at him, blinking. “Father, I don't want to go back there...” she whispered. Antonio swallowed hard, his throat tightening. “Never,” he said. “You’re not going back there.” “I… I didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered, tears spilling from her eyes as she shook her head repeatedly.

It was a look that said she enjoyed the game. Flora did not waste time. She stepped up close and spoke low. “Where were you the night the first man died? Tell the truth. No stories. No tricks.” Elena laughed softly. “They send the mate. They think she can break me with a stare.” Flora’s face did not change. “Do not play games. Say where you were. Tell me names. Tell me times. Speak plain.”

My eyes trailed off to Chris who was sneaking in another treat. She didn’t wait for my answer, spinning around flipping her hair in my face, “I’m going in, “ she gleamed, and without further notice, walked towards Chris, leaving me gagging trying to get the taste of her hairspray out of my mouth, “ yes, you do that, flippy," I gagged. I approached the two with a slight sigh, maintaining a short distance. Britney had snuck up on Chris from behind, covering his eyes with her hands so naturally now we had reached the awkward part, his hand’s feeling up her arm to get a clue of who it was.

Then, sharply: “Lahat ng tao, umalis.” Everyone froze — the photographer, the assistants, the servers. “Sir?” one of them asked. “I said get. Out.” His voice was calm, cold, terrifying. They scattered. The door slammed behind the last one. And then the storm broke. “So,” Antonio said slowly, standing up. “After two years of disappearing, ito pala ang balik mo.” (So this is how you come back.) Gabriel squared his shoulders. “I came home.” “With him?” Antonio snapped, pointing at Andrés. “You embarrass this family, and now you bring your—your kasalanan here?” (your sin)