Rafael Solano Jane The Virgin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the collar of his shirt, leaving the two top buttons open. Rafael has become a model in several Luciano businesses after being invited to numerous television shows. The company's face smiled brightly as he waved to his sister-in-law. “Poppy! Where are you going? Do you want to eat lunch outside?” Rafael approached them and pushed Robin aside. Robin pushed him back harshly, which Sienna warned them about with her sharp gaze. “Why are you always bothering us?! Don't you have a lot of work?” Rafael is an intelligence agent, works at Luciano's company, and models. He is also a frequent guest star on television shows. However, he always finds time t

“Terrifying.” “You have no idea. That’s his little brother Ryder by the cooler, also former Navy, and if you catch him staring at anything through that kitchen window, it’s probably Lila. He hasn’t shut up about her in months, poor bastard just hasn’t worked up the nerve.” He tips his chin toward a tall man with dark, watchful eyes leaning against the porch rail. “Rafael Santos. NSA before this. His wife Liora’s out on tour right now, some kind of dance thing, so he’s been a little more broody than usual.” “You people collect acronyms like baseball cards.”

High and strong and absolutely perfect, cutting through the storm outside like a promise that the sun would shine again. "She's here!" Dr. Vega held up a tiny, pink, absolutely beautiful baby girl. "Solana Vega-Santos, meet your family." Tears ran down my face as they put her on my chest. She was so small, so perfect, her tiny hands waving as she told the world she had arrived. "Alejandro," I whispered, "she's perfect." "Just like her mother." He was crying too, touching Solana's wet hair with one gentle finger. "Hello, little sunshine."

She rather enjoyed the show as she carelessly smoked stick after stick of cigarette. “Vamos Julio. Esta noche vengaste a tu novia y a tu jefe. (Let's go, Julio. Tonight, you avenged your girlfriend and boss.)" Julio had a complicated expression when Rafaela said this, but he still asked, “¿Qué pasa con su hijo bastardo? (What about the bastard son of hers?)” Rafaela reached for her phone from her pants pocket, sent a few messages to different people, and remarked,

“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.”

"She's fine darling. I already informed her of everything that happened." "You know Josie?" "Yeah." She does the odd job for us every now and then."Alfonzo added. We hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Rafael Comes around the corner, shirtless and his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. It's almost annoying how sexy he is., But he's mine .. all mine. "Rafael baby, how are you feeling" Gabriella asks." "I'm fine mom" He rubs his eyes and yawns, "Where's Javier?" He asks and then room goes silent.

“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.”

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.

Her eyes scanned the document—and then stopped, frozen. **It was a birth certificate.** The name: *Sophia Elise Romano.* Mother: *Eva Romano.* Father: *CONFIDENTIAL.** Another file. Blood analysis. A 99.9% match. Her throat went dry. **Rafael Santiago.** “What the hell…” she whispered, heart slamming in her chest. A shadow passed behind her. She turned—and Rafael was standing there, half-dressed, eyes dark as obsidian. “I was going to tell you,” he said quietly.

She turned to him, eyes torn, before she whispered: “I have to see him.” And then she ran. Lucien’s roar chased her down the hall, but it wasn’t enough. She followed the pull, every step echoing the blood in her veins, until she reached a vast steel door. It creaked open on its own. And there he was. Rafael Vairo. Alive. Breathing. Smiling like a devil who’d just found his favorite sin. “Come in, Solene,” he said softly, opening his arms.