Silvia Navarro Novelas Novels & Stories

Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Navarro refused to surrender. He had been playing the long game, just as Rafael had, but now, as the walls closed in around him, Navarro could feel his plan slipping from his grasp. The rivalries, the betrayals, the endless power plays—everything had been for this one moment. But as much as he had plotted and manipulated, he had never anticipated one thing: Sophia’s rise.

“It was dark—he came from behind—he grabbed me—his hand—his left hand—” She covered her throat with trembling fingers. “I stabbed him,” she whispered. “Right here. On the arm.” Mateo’s eyes flicked to me again. Then to my nails. Fresh. Long. Painted. A guard stepped forward. “Sir, Mrs. Navarro is right-handed. She’d never use her left hand for anything.” Another guard nodded, adding, “And she got her nails done today. If she fought someone, they would’ve snapped.” A maid lifted my hand gently as if to prove it. “Perfectly intact,” she whispered.

17 VIKTOR The silence between us was thick with something unspoken. Sabrina sat across from me, her eyes avoiding mine, her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt. She hadn’t spoken much since the mission, and that was fine. I didn’t need her words, not yet. She was mine, even when she wasn’t fully aware of it. I leaned back in my chair, watching her. The weight of the world seemed to press on her delicate frame. She was unraveling, slowly but surely. Good. That was exactly how I wanted her.

Finally, they're having a family she could care and be proud of. Unfortunately, their happiness didn't last long. Silvia had a miscarriage. The lost made Silvia lose herself in turn and wallow in depression. Her husband tried to lessen the stiffness on her shoulder but she couldn't relax. Silvia lost her appetite and wasn't able to sleep without having a nightmare. She started to mutter things that her husband doesn't understand. About how the whole Servantes clan loves her and not Queenie. That Queenie's money belongs to her and that she should die.

Darina kept quiet, letting Silvia spill her sorrow. “When they pounced on you?” Silvia’s eyes burned with fire. “When they tossed me around and did whatever they wanted, violating me, ignoring my screams? I didn’t know what pain and humiliation were before that day. They used me, broke me.” She began to sob loudly. “How… how… just how am I supposed to look John in the eyes now? I feel so dirty.”

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

Maybe she would change her mind before Serana gave the order. The next few days passed in uneasy silence. The Hollow moved like a restless storm. Serana spent long hours in her tent, her lieutenants coming and going with maps and reports. Mira was often with her now, whispering over the flames, her laughter low and secret. I kept my distance. But every time I caught a glimpse of her, my chest hurt more.

After a brief tour of the diner she has returned to my side, "She was a friend of Anahita's. How is Ana?" How is Ana? Ana is beautiful and funny and fierce and now I have an image of her in my mind, the way she looked before I left. The way her dress clung to her thighs and breasts. Her long lashes. The way she looked up at me and I had thought she was going to ask me to stay for her, to be her mate. You're turning red, mindlinks Vi, unhelpfully. Something you want to tell Silvia? "Vuko?" says Silvia, and I hate that she takes a step away from me. That her eyes so liquid and full of emotion are closed off now. "Is there something going on with you and Ana?"

This is a jackpot for the press for sure. "What's the real deal between you two?" "Is it true that you two got married in the US?" ”Are the humors true about you running for the coming election, Mr. Navarro? ” ”What can you say about Ms. Savannah Li winning the crown for this year ma’am? ” My stomach immediately churned at the amount of questions they asked, especially when I hear that name. I feel so suffocated being around them and the flashing lights. Gladly, Gael’s touch makes me feel safe. By the time we got past the entrance the scattered media had also disappeared. The guards are all that’s left. At the same time, I felt his hand left me.

A part of her was relieved to be away from the mess of the dons’ obsessive conflict, the suffocating weight of their attention lifting as they moved deeper into the elevator. But that relief was short-lived. As the doors closed behind them, Silvia rushed forward, pushing Rosita against the back wall of the elevator with a forceful shove. “What did I tell you, Perra?!?” she hissed, her eyes burning with flames. “You are supposed to disappear from our lives! You love being the center of attention, don’t you? You are a little witch who charmed all the dons while acting innocent. You are nothing but a gold digger!”