Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

Santos Rome could be a real jerk sometimes. It didn’t help that he was very handsome, and women fell all over him. He was a well-known and renowned playboy. He left the country six years ago, and I had already made peace with the fact that he would never return—that I would never set eyes on him again. Santos was the one man on earth I swore never to have sex with. It was a vow I planned to keep until the day I took my last breath. “What are you doing here?” I asked, composed. When did he get back to town, anyway?

Maxwell takes the floor again: "James, you will now be Hector Miles, Miss's faithful butler..." Maxwell looks debauchedly at Mariana. "Elena Alberts." Isabella cracks a smile. "And of course, in order to assume their new identities, the old ones must be... Eliminated." Mariana pales: "What do you mean by that?" "Honey, isn't it obvious? For Hector and Elena to be born, James and Mariana must die."

The last thing I saw was Santana, laughing as if she had won again before I completely lost consciousness. To be continued…

"I know you weren't taking birth control. That's just how strong a first love can be. I've been gone for five years, but I can still make Samuel do whatever I say!” "Oh, and your phone? I've deleted almost everything and messed with some important stuff.” "What do you think Samuel will do when he finds out his important medicine got messed up because of you? Do you think he'll hate you more?” "And your baby? It's gone. However, it wasn't anything special anyway.” "Do you really think having a baby will make you Mrs. Ferguson for real? That's just wishful thinking!" Each word felt like a sharp jab to Tania's heart.

That deep calm tone had followed me out of the livestream and into the silence of my car, wrapping around every thought until I could barely breathe without hearing it again. Go welcome your guest. No. No, that was impossible. Patrick Laurent was one of the most recognizable actors in the world. Men like him didn’t spend their nights hidden behind masks throwing obscene amounts of money at girls online. Right? I tightened my grip harder. Maybe the voice only sounded similar. Maybe I was panicking over nothing. Maybe— My phone buzzed in the cupholder. Unknown Number. My chest tightened instantly. I ignored it. Three seconds later another message came through.

“Then what do you want?” “I’ll tell you what,” Santos said slowly, savoring each word. “You do one last job for us. Just one. After that, you’re free to walk away. No amount of money will buy you out. But if you prove your loyalty one more time, we’ll call it even.”

Is there any chance that this is what he remembers? "What did you forget?" I ask in a small voice. Dante is standing close enough that he hears just enough to usher the others a little farther away and give us some privacy. Elle looks like she is somewhere between thrilled and terrified at what all he might remember. Even while congratulating Chelsea she keeps an eye on the two of us. "Somehow I forgot everything. Somehow I forgot you." He says quietly. "Are you saying that you remember now?" I ask trying to hide the hope in my voice.

A cold, vicious thing that reminded me of a snake about to strike. "You think you can play in the big leagues? You think you can claim a man like Santos De Luca? Please." She flicked her hair over her shoulder dismissively. "You couldn't even keep Austin interested, and he's just a future Beta. Santos would chew you up and spit you out before breakfast." Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, and Bianca actually flinched. Good. She should.