Santiago Alejandro Segura Novels & Stories

His hold tightened over the stem of the glass. Alejandro casually shrugged his shoulders and stood up. Walking to the window, he looked out. The long cashmere coat flapped with the wind and he pushed his hand into the pockets. "It can't be that easy," Alejandro replied, his voice grave. "He is Silvio Salvatore, Antonio's son. The least you can expect from him is surrender." He looked over his shoulder at Mitchelle. “It was easy killing him, and it won’t be easy killing his son too.”

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”

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.

A man in his fifties greeted Dad enthusiastically. “You seem in high spirits today. Well, who wouldn’t be happy if Nicholas Ford was going to be your son-in-law,” he said, extending his hand to Nick. “Alejandro Santiago,” he introduced himself. “Nicholas Ford,” Nick replied politely with a brief smile. “No wonder you didn’t waste any time getting married. If it were me, I wouldn’t let a goddess-like beauty like this young lady pass me by either,” Mr. Santiago added, looking at me. I smiled faintly in embarrassment. He had mistaken me for Nick’s wife.

She should leave everything to God. Since then she had been living with her elder sister partially. And she also knew the family's biggest secret. "Raphael isn't the real son of Mr Wachukwu, he is an adopted child!" Raphael's dad, was Alexandra's dad's closest friend, they related more like brothers. When Raphael's real parents passed away due to the ghastly motor accident ten years ago. Mr Wachukwu thought since he has no son, the best thing he could do for his late friend who he considered a brother was to adopt his only child. This has been the family's biggest secret.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

I said, and she frowned, trying to process what I was saying. “Alvize, Ezra’s brother, was being serious?” She asked and I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ianos named him Konstantin. He has asked me to inform you to be a little patient, we will find a way to get you out of here. But things are a bit too messy right now.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Letting her out of here would only lead to her death for Ian’s freedom, and the last thing I needed or wanted was to have a prick like him living freely. He can live within the borders of the cemetery with my sister visiting him when she desires, or more specifically, when he calls her. I knew that she was crazy, but I doubted

I would not be stopping her. "You let me walk through this place, blind to the fact that my daughter was out there…" “She is Alaria’s daughter, Liam. I am calling you by your first name in case you choose to remember who you were.” Alexandra cut in again. “You might be angry that she chose to hide it from you, but the child was hers. And now yours. But back then, she was alone. Wounded. Rejected. You do not get to stand here and demand loyalty from someone you threw away. Someone, as far as I am concerned, you also chose to play with.”

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.