Novel & Cerita The Hacienda Book

I berated myself, criticizing my actions. My father had abandoned my mother when she needed him the most during her final moments, choosing instead to be with Carolina. Carolina was fully aware of my mother's battle with sickle cell anemia, yet she selfishly demanded my father's attention and care. We couldn't help but wonder if she had used some sort of charm or love potion to captivate him. My sister Givia and I stayed by our mother's side as she slowly withered away, doing our best to provide whatever comfort we could.

I was getting ready to bring my girlfriend home to meet my mother when Rosalind Whitehall suddenly went silent. I was starting to panic when a notification popped up on my phone. It was a wedding livestream from a couple with 1,000,000 followers. "Looking back, the laughter and joy of that wedding celebration made it the happiest moment of my life. Mr. Grosvenor, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life." "We promised that once we hit 1,000,000 followers, the groom would finally show his face. A promise is a promise." In the video, Rosalind stood in a wedding dress and gently exchanged rings with a man. Our mutual friends flooded the comments. [Five years, and we finally got to watc

A young woman emerged from inside the unit, greeting her. “Good morning, Velia.” Sandra's joy intensified. The paleness on Velia's face brought its own sense of delight for her. “Mrs. Hernandez.” Sandra took a step forward, forcing her way in while maintaining a sly smile. “Seems like all this luxury hasn't made you forget who I am.” Velia closed her eyes dramatically. She took a deep breath and closed the door, reluctantly following Sandra. “It seems the rumors I heard were true.” Sandra glanced around, but the opulence displayed did not impress her; it had the opposite effect. Her sarcastic sneer replaced any hint of admiration.

He snickered and helped me to get out of the car. Marion’s assistant had booked us at Hacienda Xcanatun, Angsana Heritage Collection — a restored 18th-century hacienda just minutes from Mérida. The kind of place where history meets luxury. The hotel looked like something out of a dream. All golden stone walls, arches, and lush gardens that stretched as far as I could see. It felt like stepping into another time, but with every detail touched by luxury. One of the best places in this region.

Celica saw this and taunted Zaki, giving Mona a chance to talk to the person of her dreams. "My name is Celica, and this idiot is Andy. Your notebook is beautiful, isn't it? Was it given to you by her?" Zaki looked at his notebook in his hand and began to smile and said: "Ah, that's right! This is the book that Miss Mona here gave me, I like it and cherish it. Thank you very much, Mona, without you I would have forgotten about the dishes that the guests ordered haha."

Freya’s POV The drive to the Harrison mansion took almost an hour. But the moment the iron gates opened, gliding aside like a scene from a life I didn’t belong in, I forgot how long we’d been in the car. The Harrison estate wasn’t just a home — it was a world. A quiet kingdom carved into the hills. The kind of wealth that didn’t shout, but whispered with confidence. I’d thought Malum was the wealthiest man I had ever known. But comparing him to the Harrisons was like comparing a puddle to the ocean.

It was a good thing Zeke prepared a heavy breakfast that we ate so we left with full stomachs before we embarked on our trip. According to Zeke, the hacienda is approximately ten hectares and three-fourths of their land is a plantation and the remaining land is for husbandry. We passed through a vast area of corn, rice, and sugarcane plantations. Glancing at the vast land inside the car was enjoyable because it was a sight to behold. I couldn't help but get astonished by the place so I let the car window open to take a look outside. When I thought that this hacienda is one of their family lands that only serves as their ancestral home, I realized how rich the Saldivars were.

~ “Today I saw an angel. A living breathing angel and I want to have her. There’s no other way for it.” “Pursuing my angel was a hard feat. I was informed, she wasn’t interested in men who wanted her for her beauty. But then what else was there for a woman to offer but her body and her beautiful face.” ~ It was clear that the journal belonged to a man. And as I read page after page, I hated the man for it. And when I reached the part where he kidnapped the girl and brought her to his castle. I realised it was the story of Antonio’s five times great grandfather that Ephraim was telling me about.

His eyes widened when he seen her stomach. “Twins?” He asked me. “Yeah.” I told him. “That’s crazy.” He smiled. “I’ll bring some more blood for her, okay?” “Okay.” Aunt Nancy said and watched her husband walk off. I sat back down in my seat and Triniti rested her head on my arm. “Are you tired?” I whispered to her and I could feel her nodding against me. “You want to come with us to hunt?” Dante asked me. “Sure.” I told them. “Let me get her into the bed.

I saw the female character I'd chosen lying on a bed, her gaze alluring and her clothes lying loose. A man stood beside the bed. His face was generically handsome, and his deep-set gaze was enchanting as he stared at me. It was almost as if he wanted to see beneath my avatar at the person within. He slowly approached me and leaned over me, pinning me to the bed. Then, he leaned close and rasped, "How are you going to reward me for helping you resolve such a huge problem, Your Highness? Gold, treasures, or…" He paused and leaned closer. "Your body?"