Teresa Fidalgo Mga Nobela at Kwento

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

Brown hands trembled as he backed away, mumbling another apology before hastily exiting the office. Alone in his office, Fidelis stared at the folder resting on his desk. His gaze lingered on it, his heartbeat quickening despite his better judgment. He was aware he shouldn’t, but his curiosity overwhelmed him. He reached out, his fingertips grazing the edge of the file before he drew it closer. Name: Vera Susan. Age: 21. She had been a media studies major at Georgia University, attending on a full scholarship. However, she had not completed even a single semester.

"Welcome, real queen" Teresa looked at her like an ant, then she faced Antonio and Ellen who're behind her. "Are you sure these bitçhes are eligible to work with us?" "Dora is eligible, I can't say the same for Carla though" Ellen replied. "Isn't she the one whose husband was stabbed on the alter by my Spare?" Teresa smiled. Carla is only just struggling to stand up right now. "She has enough anger inside her to thrive, I vouch for her" Dora quickly said.

"Teresa, please stop it! We have broken up!" "It's okay! Even if you did not want to make it official, I just want you to want me!" Teresa placed Spencer's hand on her chest and motioned for him to undress her. She badly wanted to erase any traces of what happened to her from last night. Teresa had always been arrogant and proud ever since she was young. Therefore, she had a high standard for men. It did not help to have an ex-bf like Spencer, who was handsome, gentle and thoughtful. It was obvious the two old perverts from last night were unbearable.

But most… had that effortlessly intimidating presence. "Oh... Mr. De Herrera's wife?" One of them asked and I nodded. "Have a seat." I like her aura. A kind and approachable person. "Wait! Wait... I think I know you," someone snapped her fingers while guessing. "The pianist! Alora Eunice Escarra?" "Ah yeah..." "I really love your performance way back when you're still competing in the Philippines," she said genuinely. "I'm a fan of yours. I'm Therese Carreon."

Everything around me seemed to freeze when I heard: — Congratulations to the Siluetas modeling agency, led by CEO and owner Thiago Villarreal, to their star photographer: Lisa Miere, and their models Valeria González, Sandra Valencia, and Laura Montenegro. We invite them to the stage to receive the Fotomodel national award, — the man said with indescribable excitement.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

"You have no idea what it took for me to get here. Diego. And now you're going to reduce it all to stubbornness" Diego searched her face, unsure what to say. “You lost the right to question me a long time ago,” she finished coldly. “I know you're going to come running back to me… soon, they always do” Diego muttered, clinging to pride more than certainty. Thersa's face broke into a calm, bitter smile as she nodded slowly. “That’s what I would do… if I were blind.” Then, without waiting for another word, she turned and walked away.... ....................

If I saw and witnessed my comrades' death then I’d be equally devastated as she was. Adding to the complexity, she wasn't a warrior at all. Teresa had started as a palace maid, transformed into my attendant, and now found herself fighting alongside the pack warriors. The abrupt shift in events had taken a toll on her, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had inadvertently pulled her into this mess. She was undoubtedly safer back in the Western kingdom. However, it was too late to lament the past; the priority now was to keep them all safe.

With that, he was gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of his cologne and the impression of barely controlled energy. "Sonia, right?" said one of the younger maids, a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. "I'm Teresa, but you can call me Tere. I've been working here for almost four years. I'm also on scholarship from the Martinez family." The revelation explained her youthful appearance—she was likely a college student working to pay for her education. It spoke well of Fabian's character that he provided such opportunities. Immediately, the four female staff members surrounded Sonia with curious questions.