Rafael Solano Novelas e Histórias

"You don’t just ‘make a move’ by throwing millions into a deal just to spite Mondragon! Do you have any idea what you’ve started?" Rafael’s smirk deepened. "Oh, I know exactly what I’ve started," he said. "This is just the beginning." The screen flickered, shifting to an image of the gala, and then... her. Rafael’s smirk faded as his gaze locked onto the picture of a woman displayed on the screen. He stood up, ignoring whatever his uncle was ranting about. With slow steps, he walked closer to the massive TV, his fingers lightly brushing against the screen where her face was displayed.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

Angeline stroked her golf club, wondering if she should wear her wedding ring to declare her marital status. But she changed her mind after considering Robert might not be pleased with that. "Hello, Ms. Lawson!" Rafael looked relatively young. His skin was fair, and he had a slender figure. His eyes were sparkling, emitting an optimistic, energetic look. He removed his glove, extended his hand to Angeline, and smiled warmly. "Good to see you. I'm Rafael Ray. I've studied Biology at Krontos University." Angeline was surprised to hear his name. She wondered if he was the PhD student whom Professor Murray had strongly recommended to Vitality Biotech Group.

Rafa didn't look up from his own paperwork. “Ethan Hale is a perfectly fine name.” “For a middle-aged worker,” I muttered. “I look like someone who steals USB drives, not hearts.” “You do steal hearts, literally,” he said flatly. “And also increase blood pressure.” I flicked the ID at him. “Okay, Mr. Rafael De Luca.” He held up his own card. “My name is Miguel Rivera now.” I blinked, then laughed. “You do not look like a Miguel.” Rafa glared at me. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“There’s more. One of Valeria’s loyalists was caught trying to smuggle a message out. He says there’s a sixth sibling. A brother named Rafael. He’s been in prison for ten years. He just got released early. And he’s already making moves.” I closed my eyes for a second. “How many more are there?” “Rafael might be the last,” Rico said. “But he’s the most dangerous, ex-military. He served under your father in the old days. He has connections in the cartels we thought we cut off.” Damien’s hand found mine under the sheet. “Then we invite him to the summit too. Let him see what he’s up against.” I squeezed his fingers. “Agreed.”

I could hear her gentle breathing through the cracked door — the tiny, rhythmic sigh that reminded me why I was still standing after all this. Because no one was going to take this from me. Not Eliora. Not Rafael. Not the rotting ghosts they’d conjured and scattered like ash over our family name. Consuelo called just after sunrise. Her voice was clipped but edged with the crisp satisfaction that came when a battle swung in our favor. “Rafael’s left the country,” she said. “Private jet. Headed for Zurich. I’ve already flagged the accounts there. By the time he lands, there’ll be nothing left to collect.”

Rafael is the mate of Saraya. He is the King of the supernatural world. But in the human world, he is known as the CEO of Blackthorn Incorporations. He took over the business when he was just 21 years old and became one of the youngest CEOs. He is the combination of four main supernatural worlds. He is partly a werewolf, a vampire, a wizard, and a male fairy. Logon is the name of Rafael’s wolf. Logon doesn’t know any magic but is the most powerful among the four of Raf’s beasts.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'