Sergio Sendel Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Guillermo, Cormac, and Wesley were preparing to leave. Cormac frowned. "Mr. Vazquez, are you sure Sergio is worth trusting?" Guillermo snorted coldly. "No way. But Sergio is a true villain. He's ruthless and power-hungry, driven by a desire for fame and fortune that surpasses all else. When dealing with people like that, being sincere is useless; only promising great benefits will make them execute your plans decisively.

On the other side of the town, upon being kicked out by Serena a few times, Sergio, consumed with envy over his brother Alfonso’s wealth and frustrated by his own sons’ unemployment, confided in his mother, Martina, that he suspected Serena wasn’t Alfonso’s biological daughter due to her alluring looks. Driven by malice, he secretly conducted a paternity test using Serena’s hair, believing that if she wasn’t truly Alfonso’s child—especially now with Araminta and Valentina disgraced and Josh incapacitated—his own sons could rightfully claim the Morales family fortune. When the results arrived confirming no biological link between Alfonso and Serena, Sergio, Martina, and Ricardo, thrilled by t

Meanwhile, Phoebe did not understand why Sergio would take the trouble to make such a long journey and she began to wonder if the old man had overvalued Severin's ability. As soon as they glanced over and saw Valerian standing with Norbert and Lourie at the far end, their eyes widened in shock and their eyeballs nearly fell to the ground. 'Those three big shots came here?' "My name is Sergio Sanchez. Very pleased to meet you, Mister Severin!" "And I'm Carlito Sanchez. Greetings, Mister Severin." The father and son duo bowed respectfully and greeted Severin politely.

Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual. “There would be no better place than a private plane,” the Cartel said, looking at me. He raised an eyebrow, and Alessandro nodded at me to get up. “You wanted to tell me something?” “Yes, my wife,” he said, looking at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Valerie Morozov…”

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

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.”

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"