Rafael Jane The Virgin Romane & Geschichten

"Please do, I'll appreciate that" Rafael was dressed for work as early as possible, he had thought about Crystal throughout the night and had decided that he would fight for their love, she might be Miller's daughter, might even be working for Miller but he would try and win her over, he had realized that he couldn't live without her, he should have grabbed the opportunity when she had come to his house the previous day but he had let his anger rule over, he tried her line but she wasn't answering her call, she must still be mad at him, he just hoped that when he sees her, she would forgive him and accept him back, they would start all over, this time, make a life contract and remarry for th

“No. You’re not going anywhere.” “Leave me go!” she cries, struggling in his grasp. Rafa’s eyes flick to her. Cold. Empty. She’s wasted. She can’t even sit up. If he releases her, she’ll collapse. “What… are you doing, Rafa? Aren’t you meant to let me out first?” He only has enough time and hands for one woman, and that’s Hazel. “If I could, I would.” His voice softens, like a mercy. But the words slice through the air like knives. “But is there a need to? You’re already ruined, broken. You’ll never be you again—.”

The pain was unbearable. Rafael couldn’t take it anymore. He tore himself away from his parents and walked straight toward Harlow, ignoring the cameras, the murmurs, the chaos. The moment he saw Harlow’s tear-streaked face, pale, devastated, trembling, something inside Rafael shattered completely. “Doll…” he whispered, his voice breaking. Harlow lifted his head slowly, his eyes red, glossy, and seemingly exhausted. “You have a fiancée,” he whispered, barely audible as he sobbed.

"And may it be the moment to be with your soulmate or destiny man." Gwen burst out laughing. "I hope you're an angel, Rafa, and grant me your wish. I'm ready for dating so I can hear someone calling me honey." Rafaella giggled with joy when she and Gwen toasted again. "I still couldn't believe that thug was caught," Rafaella muttered. "I thought it was meant for us to visit this country and do justice for the good man that helped me a lot when I was down." "Yep. There's always a reason..." Gwen solemnly said when her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up on the table next to their food. "Oh! Wait, it's Giovanni."

“I always did.” Rafael and Veronica exchanged a glance before Rafael smirked. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” I exhaled. “It’s not that simple.” "What do you men it's not simple?! Come on you two are already expecting a child next month!" "Yeah, Elijah is really disgusting if he is playing a virgin role.” I shot Rafael a glare. “What the hell do you mean by *playing a virgin role*?” Veronica burst out laughing. “He has a point, though. You’re acting like some nervous teenager when in reality—” She gestured at me. “—you already knocked her up.”

“You’re watching her like she might disappear.” I don’t answer. “She won’t,” he adds. “Not today.” The yacht rocks gently. The sky stretches wide. Lyra catches my eye across the deck—just for a second—and something unspoken passes between us. A question. Rafael notices. “I know that look, Julian. You fucked the girl yet? Or have plans to?” “I took her virginity last night, and now I can’t seem to get enough of her.” “Soma would never forgive you if she ever found out.”