Novel & Cerita Rafael Montefalco Story

Not yet sir" "Then what the heck are you waiting for,,,,,now you listen to me ben, call the doctor and make sure she is okay, if anything happens to her, I will kill you" In all the years that Ben had worked for varga, he had never disrespected him as much as he did now He didn't take offense though, he knew Monti was a very complicated man especially now that he had found interest in a woman, He understood that he could be one of the best business men but when it can't to his personal life, he was just like a child who was learning to walk

Adrian rose with me instantly, steadying me with a hand on my arm. Luca straightened like I’d just returned to life. I faced the man. “Whoever you are,” I said quietly, “you dropped a bomb here. You don’t get to vanish again without telling me your name.” He hesitated. Not dramatically. Just… heavily. Then... “Rafael.” The name settled wrong. Too soft for someone like him. Too human for someone who’d orchestrated fear with a single step into a clearing. But it was real. True.

“Peaceful passing. Sudden cardiac event. Confirmed as natural. Private medical review. Details confidential.” Rafael’s expression didn’t change much, but something deepened behind his eyes. “You don’t like that wording,” he said. Dianne kept her tone even. “It’s very… polished.” “Polished like a lie,” he murmured. She looked at him. “Or polished like an institution trying to protect itself.” Rafael held her gaze for a long moment. Then, quietly, “Who was he.” She looked down at the name again. Alejandro V. Salcedo.

Fiona was just a concubine, not Yuvan's rightful wife, so she stood up to greet them. "Greetings, Your Highness, Your Grace." The three young men and two young women also stood and bowed. Rafael's voice was cold and indifferent as he said, "Sit." Yuvan had expected Rafael and Carissa to come forward and greet him, so he felt somewhat embarrassed when they remained standing in place. He forced a smile and asked, "Rafael, my nephew. Where have you been?" "Verdant Monastery," Rafael replied, his gaze as frosty as his voice.

"Pâmela Montenegro." He repeated it mentally. The name had personality. It didn’t match fragility, although at that moment she seemed so vulnerable. "Nice to meet you…" he said carefully, extending his hand. "Rafael Carter." She took his hand and couldn’t help herself. His gray eyes were incredibly striking. Intense. Warm. Different from any man she had ever known. She realized she had been looking at him for too long and looked away, feeling her face grow warm as she withdrew her hand.

It's crazy that I'm going to have to go see him now, at least I'll be able to start the conversation before saying "I'm dying and I don't want to unlock my wolf to help, so you're going to have to start looking for a new assistant" I sighed, taking courage to go see him. I leave the room with my head down and I see him and Rafa talking in the hallway, his eyes meet mine and I can't see what he's feeling. -Err, here Mr. Montenegro - I say handing him the papers - it's emergency red content. - I say and lower my head in embarrassment. He picks it up, reads the title and says - Rafa solve this and what I asked you before - He says giving the papers to him who leaves right after - You - He appro

I asked, since Rafael hadn't told me about his life before that. "Get this, he was an amateur MMA fighter," Flavian laughed. "He participated in several events and even won some awards. From what Renata found out through a contact, Rafael was doing well and was about to sign a contract with a company that would make him a professional. But then he won a fight, his opponent suffered a concussion and was hospitalized for a while, and Rafael found out he was going to be a father. According to what the guy told Renata, Rafael gave up fighting because he wanted to see his daughter grow up."

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

"Gosh, Alpha! I know you are so busy with your work but you should spare some time for yourself. You go out and shop!" "I had no time, Ria. As much as I can, I will finish all my paintings one month before the exhibition." "Should I invite my friends? Surely Royal and I will be there!" She said cheerfully. "And oh! Before I forgot my intention, I just want you to know that I know everything about you and Royal." "I-I'm sorry," I said, almost in a whisper. "The truth is... I really felt betrayed, Raphaela. Royal was already loving you while we were together. He ditched me on our wedding day and flew to Italy to follow you. Do you know that?"

"She's not a pet, Rafa." He smirked. "You sure? Because you keep her locked in this house as if she's going to bite someone. Which, honestly, is kind of hot." "Do you have a death wish?" "Oh, always. But not before I meet the woman who managed to do what a whole army of rival families couldn't. Break you." I turned away before I could throw the glass at his head. He knew he was getting under my skin. He always enjoyed it. Rafael leaned back, stretching like a damn cat. "Anyway, when you're ready to admit you're obsessed with her, I'll be in Milan for Fashion Week. With men who don't growl every time they feel things."