Stolen Moments Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

the rescuer said as he grabbed Rita who was already intoxicated but could hear what he said. "Take me out of here", she said with a muffled voice without glimpsing at who rescued her. "Alright, I'll take you out of here but did you come here alone? He asks, looking down at her. "Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parke

After Charles’ asked that, he immediately groaned because he received a strong punch from this girl “What the hell! It hurts!” "You deserve it!" After uttering those words in an angry tone, Kirsten walked off. Charles shrugged it off and settled on the idea of letting her alone. But only after he could go to the place where he is standing. He noticed an identification card on the floor when he picked it up. He found Kirsten's name and a photo of her. Fortunately, she left it here because she could have trouble finding it otherwise. Kirsten May Saavedra. He has known for a long time that Kirsten outshines Scarlet in terms of beauty. He knew Scarlet. She is a flirt.

He was smiling and pretending not to see me at any time, I was desperately screaming for help, but I was being useless, I was really being the repayment of his debt. I was thrown brutally into the trunk and hurt my foot, the night was very cold, the car stank of gasoline and marijuana. I put my hands together and was asked to die quickly and not to go through the act of sexual violence one more time. Maurício Today the auctioneer will be only naughty virgins wanting to get along, most are here on contract but fuck them, it's their problem. Right now, my newest merchandise is on its way. "So where is she?" Roberto asks, holding onto a woman's waist.

She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave. The photo had been taken three months earlier. Vivian's face went white. The comments rolled too fast to read. [Confirmed. Miller's daughter pretended to be Grace Walker?] [She stole a woman's name, scholarship, and life story, then lived off it for fifty years?] [The real Grace was trapped in that town while Vivian became an artist and philanthropist. I'm sick.] [Three generations stealing: identity, proposals, opportunities.] Henry was sweating harder. The collar of his perfect suit had darkened. He had nothing left to say.

Noah’s steps felt heavy as he was forced down the stairs of his stuffy apartment. The grip of Matteo’s men on his arms was so tight he was certain he’d have blue bruises by tomorrow. Outside, a line of black SUVs with powerful engines purred low, slicing through the cold night silence. Noah was shoved into the back seat of one, right next to Matteo, who sat with his legs crossed as if he had just finished a tedious business dinner rather than kidnapped a hacker.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

“This could cause one of Kiara’s episodes again.” “Kiara is your wife, not mine. Make sure she doesn’t see anything she shouldn’t. Where is she anyway?” “She’s in our wing. As soon as Luca told me you were bringing Milene, I told her to stay there.” “See? Problem solved.” I walked over to the bar and grabbed a beer. Damien followed while Luca ordered pizza in the background. “This is a big problem. Your captive is upstairs, free to move around the house. She could end up running into Kiara.”

Mr Maurizio just came home and learned by the servants that madam Carla had skipped her meals again . He hurried and went to their room to check on her . “ Why are you crying ? “ asked mr Maurizio wen he saw his wife sobbing . Madam Carla turned her face towards her husband’s worried expression annoyed . “ I am looking at my baby’s photos . My baby who didn’t want to meet me because of you . My baby whose life got ruined because of you . “ said madam Carla angry with teary eyes .