Paula Fortunato Novels & Stories

(Paris drops the bread and leaves) (That night) ( Paul calls Paris repeatedly but she doesn't pick up, so he decides to send her a voicemail) Paul: (on his phone) Paris, I know you're not happy with me because of what I did but I want you to know it wasn't my intention to hurt you and I hope you'll forgive me, Please call me back when you get this voicemail (Anita comes out of the shower) Anita: Who are you talking to? Paul: A friend. Anita: (jealous) I hope it isn't a girl because you know I don't appreciate you having female friends Paul: And why is that? Anita: Because they're all gold diggers, they'll only like you because of your money. Paul: And how am I sure you truly love you? Anita:

Paula turned away from Skylar's weird smile as she searched around for anything that could have caught Skylar's attention. She smiled as soon as her eyes found Vino perched in the far corner of the room, calling something to his mother. Paula's scowl as soon as she noticed the woman in his arms, Elise Fabio. That wild woman, why can't she just stop already. Vino can never be hers, Paula exclaimed in her mind as she turned to stare at Skylar who seemed interested in the MC's speech, but Paula could see that it was all fuse. She's only trying to avoid looking at Vino.

Diego inquired. “Is Luca nice to you? Tell me and if he’s mean,I’ll teach him a lesson.”Layla threatened. "Sister-in-law, my brother has always been a single dog,he is boring as hell, so take it easy on him!"Vanessa added. Paula sat on the sofa and looked around at all four of them staring straight at her with open brows and smiles. At once,she was somewhat unable to dampen their enthusiasm, she tugged at the corners of her lips and replied, "Grandpa Diaz,my name is Paula, and I'll be twenty-one this year."

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

I read through the first paragraph. “Rule one: Never disclose who you really are to neither family nor friends.” “Rule 2: You are not allowed to become close friends with Mia's associates. They know how she behaved, her preferences, even small traces will end everything.” “Rule 3: Protect Mia's fortune.” “Rule 4: Never fall in love during these terms.”

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

she corrected the misunderstanding and saw her softening. “Ohha-ha, sorry about that; I would love to have dinner with you.” “That’s great then.” Krystal gave the other woman her hotel name and the time when they should meet for dinner. After getting the documents notarized, Krystal returned back to her hotel. She washed up and went back to sleep. She didn’t sleep much at night so she felt of making up for it. Later that night the woman from before joined her for dinner and she was called Paula. She was a single woman with one child, seeing such a dedicated person how can she not be touched?

“Cousin, I’m here for business.” Fredrick frowned, “What’s wrong?” “I want to change the actress,” Paul said seriously. Next Paul placed the computer on the table clicked on the scene recorded earlier this morning, and turned the screen toward Fredrick. “I swear, I’m not trying to be fickle-minded. It’s just this actress is too superb! She has the skills and is quite a beauty too! Most importantly she is a replica of Stephanie Marion in my mind! This actress has everything but a chance. If she signed in to Anderson International and played the female lead in this film. I guarantee you she will become famous soon. She will be the most valuable money maker under your leadership.”

Paula let out a sharp, breathless cry, her voice trembling with both shock and pleasure. Like many women before her, Paula was just another "flavor of the month." James had met her two weeks ago at a trendy bar in Makati, not far from the Business Process Outsourcing (BPO) company where she worked as a Team Manager. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she would be easy—her bold demeanor and confident smile told him she wasn’t the type to play hard to get.