Rafael Jane The Virgin 소설 & 이야기

Disgust hardened his expression. “Her?” His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “The Moon Goddess must be joking.” The crowd stilled, tension rippling like a storm. He hadn’t whispered it, he wanted them to hear. He wanted me to hear. “You?” Rafael stepped closer, his voice sharp as a blade. “You’re supposed to be my mate? Look at you. Pathetic. Ugly. Not even worthy to stand in my shadow.” His eyes slid past me to Juliana, glowing and beautiful. He laughed softly.

he said, waving her off and losing all the strength to look through the due report. Natalia placed the papers down but didn't leave. Instead, she slipped behind him and gently massaged his temples. "Don't wear yourself out, Rafael. It's all Gianna's fault that she's cruel to you." Rafael shut his eyes and didn't answer. That was the lie he needed to numb the pain of losing both me and our baby. … On Harvestide Eve, Natalia twirled before the mirror, dressed in a gown heavy with gold grain and glittering gems. Ever the pallor of her cheeks couldn't dull the gleam and vanity in her eyes as she turned to Rafael expectantly.

“But Rafael King isn’t the family man he pretends to be.” Violetta didn’t blink. “Go on.” Mara leaned closer, lowering her voice. “He’s been having an affair for years. Her name is Bianca. Everyone thinks she’s just some distant acquaintance—she’s not.” Violetta’s fingers tightened around her cup. “When Bianca went into labor,” Mara continued, “Rafael abandoned his wife. Completely. She lost the baby that night.” The words hit like a silent explosion. “And Bianca?” Violetta asked, already bracing herself.

as she shook her head. “She wasn’t ready to give herself to me. I fucked up. I cheated on her with her cousin, Amanda. It took me a long time to realize that I love her. But she gave herself to you—her ‘jewel,’ as she likes to call her stupid virginity. She used you, slept with you, hoping that by doing so, she would make me realize how much I love her. You mean nothing to your perfect little Lexie but a stupid ticket to her stupid little show, Uncle Ram. She’s just a virgin bitch who—” “Rafael, please, stop this! This is absurd! It wasn’t enough for you to ruin my life once? You just had to do it again the second time around?”

"You saw him?" "Honey, every woman in that gallery saw him. The man was gorgeous in that dangerous, untouchable way that makes smart women do stupid things." Zoe leaned forward. "So who was he to you?" I stared into my wine glass, debating how much to reveal. But the alcohol was already loosening my tongue, and Zoe had been nothing but supportive since the moment I showed up on her doorstep. "That was Rafael." "Rafael?" Zoe's eyebrows shot up. "As in Rafael Velmera? The Rafael Velmera?"

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

Jane told her how granny suddenly passed away. "Thank God he's with you. I was worried sick about him. Now I'm relieved that he's with you. I'll send David, his chauffeur with some of his clothes," said Jane. After Jane disconnected the call, Raven went inside the room with a frown on her face. After the funeral, Ralph might have had too much to drink and then come over to her house. If only she knew, she would have forced him to come inside and stay with her till the storms receded. That way he wouldn't have been drenched like that and he wouldn't be sick at all. Sighing she checked up on Ralph and seeing that he was fast asleep, she went to take a quick shower. Afterward, she had breakfas

“And lie to her? No, thank you. Besides, this tea is supposed to make you sleep better. You should appreciate the gesture and drink it with joy in your heart.” “You are my wife. Why can’t you drink it in my stead?” June fought the blush that threatened to break on her face. “I am not your wife. At least, not for long.” “Exactly why you shouldn’t care too much about my mother.” Rafael’s tone carried a bite to it. June looked up at him, but his eyes remained on his laptop as he typed away. She didn’t know how to feel about it. Finally, she succumbed. “Fine! I need some sleep anyway!”

When I don't immediately respond, she continues, "You have to know the Fontaines! They're Hollywood royalty! You know - the Fontaines. Luca, Dante, Giovanna - " "Giovanna Fontaine!" I say. "I know that name. She's an actress. I saw some of her movies when I was younger." "Well, at least that's one. Giovanna is Rafe's mother. She married Charles Fontaine and...well, that's a long story." Cynthia shakes her head. "I can't believe you slept with Rafe Fontaine without realizing it was Rafe Fontaine. And not only that, but..." Her voice trails off as her eyes fall to my stomach. "You have to tell him now, you know. About the baby."

I blurted, wincing at the sharpness of my admission. "You do?" Rafael gently lifted my chin, turning my face toward his. I nodded, swallowing hard. There was no turning back. I had spoken my truth, laying bare my feelings. "Ever since I first saw you," I confessed. "I yearned for the closeness, to know if you were truly him. But you always pulled away, and you were with Vivian. So, I held back. I didn't want to pursue a man already spoken for, and..." "Vivian was just a fling," Rafael interrupted. "I never loved her; she's not my match. I used her to try and forget about you."