Novel & Cerita Protagonista Desvergonzado

One sat shamelessly on his lap, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. But it wasn’t the sight of Vincenzo that caught Dolores’s attention; it was the TV screen. Her jaw almost hit the floor as she noticed Stefano holding a signboard, demanding justice, surrounded by reporters. Before she could even read the reason for his protest, a voice cut through her thoughts. “Puta!” The toxic word was filled with hatred aimed straight at her. She turned and braced herself, knowing who it was even before she saw the woman climbing down the stairs—Madam Dinero with a guard shamelessly smacking her buttocks as she walked towards her.

“You know what happens to traitors in my world? They don’t just die. They disappear. Even God forgets their names.” The man sobbed, eyes wild with terror. The man grunted, fighting against the chains. Valerio slammed his face down on the table with a crack. Blood smeared across the wood. He leaned close, whispering in Italian like poison “Non sei niente. Nessuno. Io decido quando respiri.” (You are nothing. Nobody. I decide when you breathe.)

he exclaims. I ignore him and focus on Alfonso. “You don’t deserve her, Alfonso. You’re a corrupt, heartless bastard who’s only interested in power and money. You’re not worthy of her.” Mario sneers. “And you are? You’re a killer, Fedorov. You’re no better than I am.” I step closer to the altar, my eyes locked on Alfonso’s. “Maybe not. But at least I’m honest about who I am. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. I don’t lie to the people I work for.”

“ Shut up Valeria ! “ said Antonio with a red faced . “ I can’t shut up . Nor you , nor anyone else can make me shut up . “ said Valeria with an excited expression . “ I hope that you do realise the person you slept with is the one that with his cold handsome stare makers others faint or get a nosebleed . It’s a pity to the universe that we girls don’t stand a chance to a touch him . We can only “ said Valeria . “ You are exaggerating . “ said Antonio . “ Am I ? Doesn’t he deserve all that reputation ? I have also heard that he is a beast in bed . Is it true ? After all , you experienced it yourself . “ said Valeria with a naughty expression . Antonio smiled a bit embarrassed as he remembere

"They were here, looking for you, and one of them tied me up and they…" "Shh, don't talk, I'm here, baby." "He raped me," she cries, and Vincent holds her close. This is more than just a battle, this is war! - - - Unknown "Ya ne ponimayu chto vy khotite ot menya," she says angrily [Translation: I don't understand what you want from me] "Perestan' lezhat' i rasskazhite nam gde on rasskazyvayet dragotsennosti," he yells back at her, he's fierce blue eyes were always her weakness

Until Antonioni. “Idiota figlio di puttana,” I muttered under my breath, pouring myself a drink. The glass nearly cracked under the pressure of my grip. Like marionettes dangling over a pit of fire. Every wire cut was a deliberate insult. He’d played us. All of us, with the help of Cristo. That bastard I picked up from the slums and washed. He'd betrayed me. And now the streets knew. We weren’t invincible. We were bleeding.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Veronica was so angry that her face turned red. But she still played the part of the victim and stared at Thiago with teary eyes, “Thiago… Don’t believe… Don’t believe in him… Ah!” Thiago's eyes were icy cold as he pulled his arm away. Veronica nearly fell to the ground as she swayed. The anger and humiliation of being deeply deceived, coupled with some regret that had nowhere to vent and mingled emotions, had made his heart hammer.

“I honestly feel that my life is falling apart, and maybe I am being punished after all of the sins that I did.” There was a long silence after I said that, though I didn’t really expect him to say anything at all. In fact, I was already feeling a little ashamed. Isaac has seen too much of my vulnerable side, I wouldn’t even be surprised that he’d end up disliking me after all the trouble I caused. I am a problematic person who has a lot of issues in life, that’s for sure.

Her hand extended across the table, polished nails catching the light as she said, "Simon Valero." Simon had returned the gesture, but for the first time, I noticed something unsettling. His diplomatic smile-the one he wore like armor-faltered. Only for a second, but I caught it. And worse, Veronica caught it too. The glint in her eyes shifted, her lips tugging into a smirk that told me she knew she had rattled him. She was good. Too good.