Novel & Cerita Reyna Avila Ramírez Arellano

Waverly announced, making Reysell stopped in his happy dancing. His eyes are furrowed. “You're kidding me, Alaia. You would not.” “I just said it, Rey. Let's watch news together.” she replied while smiling widely. “For real!?” She nodded and motioned them to follow her to her office, which they obliged. She sat on her chair and opened the television. Dwayne and Reysell set themselves in her couch and relaxed their bodies after all the tiring work they just did. The news is about an actress named Shaira Delgado.

Reyna replied, offering him her best smile as Alvarez nodded to her. “And what’s your name?” He requested. “Reyna Connor.” She replied with another smile of hers. “When will the meeting be held?” He asked with raised brows, throwing his blunt to the floor and matching on it. “We’ll send the details of it to you, and then we can both deliberate if it’s easy for you to be there or not. But we’ll surely get across to you.” She added. “I love this girl already, I’m Alvarez Thompson.” He said, offering his hand for a handshake.

Valencia realized that she might not have a good family, but she had best friends, and she got to meet one of the best people in the world. Aviva nodded and immediately straightened her back. It was at that moment she finally paid attention to Aneira. Her brows furrowed as if trying to recall something in the next minute. Aviva stretched her hand toward Aneira, and she smiled gently. “Hello, Aneira. I’m Aviva Cirillo.” Upon hearing the famous Aviva Cirillo humbly introducing herself, Aneira’s lips parted in shock. Even little kids already heard of Aneira's name. Moreover, how did Aviva recognize and know her name when they were meeting for the first time?

"Who is she?" Raul glanced at his notes. "The woman goes by the name of Amelia Alvarez. Lives in Spain. Not much public information about her, except that she lives with her aunt Eleanor Diaz, her only known relative. There's a man in the video too—" he pointed to a tall figure standing slightly behind her, "—but we don't know if he's a partner or just a friend." I stared at the child again. My stomach twisted into a knot. "And the girl?"

She decided he seemed like a good person to steer towards to make her sales pitch. Smoothly intercepting the man as he stomped away from his employee, Reyna extended a polished hand in introduction. “Mr Martinez? It's a pleasure to meet you. I’m Reyna Flores Collins of Phoenix Winery.” The owner shook her hand perfunctorily, glancing her up and down with thinly veiled skepticism at her young age and gender. Reyna pretended not to notice, keeping her salesperson smile fixed firmly in place. She had dealt with pompous men underestimating her before.

Aviana was still not back. “Then whom were you dreaming about while you were sitting beside a goddess?” Mason asks with a smirk. “Shanelle Reyes?" Mason says with clear distaste in his voice, making me sigh deeply. "I don't dream about Shanelle." I tell him. "See! You cannot dream about your supermodel ex but you are dreaming about Aviana. Accept it. You like her." Mas says. He did have a point. I never ever had a dream about any other girl. But that doesn't mean that I like Aviana.

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They