Ricci Rivero Ex Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Avery replied cheerfully. “Wow!” Tiana exclaimed. “I was thinking your girlfriend would be a snob.” Tiana announced looking at Rico with awe. “Girlfriend?” Avery demanded, bursting into a fit of laughter,“Rico did you hear that?” “No, Aves.” Rico answered in a sarky quip. “Sorry sister, Rico isn’t my boyfriend.” Avery explained, leading her to a chair. “What?” Tiana asked, standing up shocked and glancing between the duo. How could Avery Hassani not be Rico’s lover? They were both rich and she’s a goddess of beauty.

Rocco proudly responded. They were happily chatting with each other. Talking about Rocco's job and that he informed Kryss that we was transferred in New York because of his request in his employer. Kryss was very happy for his friends. "So how about you and your first love with the name Hillary?" Rocco questoned him chuckling. "Oh so you told him?" Kryss eyed Erica. "Of course. We are all friends." she replied rolling her eyes. "I don't know yet but you know her dad passed away last year in this city." Kryss began.

Rio widened his eyes in surprise because at that time Evan was already in a relationship with Dinar but he was also sleeping with Jessica. "So I'm not the first, Jessica?!" Jessica immediately covered her manager's mouth quickly, "You are still the first, have you forgotten that we did it after high school graduation?" "Oh..." "Now that you are with Evan, immediately take the money and leave him, let's live together far from this city, the three of us with our child." Jessica was silent, making Rio start to pay attention to this beautiful face woman and try to guess what Jessica was thinking. "You still doubt our plan?"

she cried. "Even my best friend is gone because of him. Now two children have lost a father," Rica whispered as she wept by the roadside. Winson spotted her and quickly pulled over to take her away from the subdivision. "Let go of me!" "Rica, stop! What’s wrong with you?! You’re getting on my nerves!" Winson shouted. "I'm annoying? Is it because you're tired of my body that you just left me like that?!" Rica yelled, tearing her shirt and exposing her bare chest to Winson, making him freeze in place.

However, his lawyer decided to appeal the decision, hoping to get a more favorable outcome. Vivian, a close friend of Ricardo, had been helping the lawyer with the case. She had managed to uncover some information about Rosalie, Ricardo's ex-girlfriend. She had been obsessed with Ricardo, even though they had broken up a long time ago. She had been trying to find a way to get back with him, but Ricardo had rejected her advances. Vivian was explaining all this to the lawyer as they sat in her office. "Rosalie was still in love with Ricardo, even after all these years. She couldn't accept the fact that he had moved on and was happy without her," she said.

Certainly, his personality matched Tina's energy very much. For the record, Ricky or his full name Riccardo Xavier was actually my ex-boyfriend during college. We broke up like seven years ago. He was my senior, three years older than me. We decided to break up after he graduated college because he couldn't manage his time properly to meet me more often. He told me that he could only meet me once a month and that was such a dealbreaker for me. So, I brought up breaking up thinking that he might change his mind and agree to spend more time with me.

I yelled. “Guess who had the best weekend ever!” “Better be Michael B Jordan,” I replied. Her hair was orange today and she was wearing a leopard print jumpsuit with stilettos. I couldn’t take my eyes off her boobs mainly because they were in my face. “I had sex with Ricardo!” She sounded excited. “Who in the world is Ricardo?” “Santiago’s cousin.” “Who?” “The fine ass man that owns the gym in Rack street.” “Oh,” I said. “Ricardo Greco. You know Ricardo?”

“I saw your dramatic proposal on the news. That’s a very expensive ring. I never thought you were a gold digger.” Coco couldn't care less about the words of a man who didn't understand love and equated it with money. “I can afford it.” Reaching into his suit pocket, River pulled out his phone to show her a video. “Look what I found after you left me for him?” Coco paled at the sight of the video. Now she realized the kind of psychopath she had dated for almost a decade. River was even worse than Rush for recording their intimate moments without her knowledge. Coco was furious. “Delete it.”

“Are you incapable of understanding human language, or have you forgotten what I told you?” “Why do you get to have him? If Sean hadn’t interfered, William would’ve been my husband a long time ago!” Then, she turned toward me with crazed desperation in her eyes as she said, “William, tell me the truth. You still love me, don’t you? You only married Cleo to get revenge on me, didn’t you?” Already annoyed, I took a deep breath and replied, “Juniper, wake up. I never loved you, not in my previous life, not now, and not ever. When it comes to you, all I feel is disgust.”

Just a video file, timestamped ten minutes ago. I hit play. For a second, nothing. Just black. Then it flickered to life, revealing a hotel room—lavish, sterile, expensive. Ricci sat in a leather armchair, wine glass in hand, draped in black like he’d stepped out of a funeral and into a throne. His hair was slicked back, jaw clean-shaven, every inch of him carefully curated. He looked straight into the camera, and something in me locked tight. “Ciao, Rossi,” he said. Smooth. Cold. Like steel dragged over silk. “You thought you could steal my heart and not suffer the consequences?”