Novel & Cerita The Hacienda Book

" I ended the call the moment I got Hilda’s location. "She is at 24 up north at that abandoned warehouse." I told the officer in charge of the case and hung up. "Are you leaving me all alone in this hotel? You never mentioned to me that you were returning to Los Angeles. All because of that bitch?" She nagged, blocking my way, and I hit her, pushing her off my path.

I respond in a heartbeat, and Lucinda’s eyes go wide like saucers. “I also want Seaside Resort under my name.” Seaside Resort? That’s my mother’s business. How can I let it go? But if I don’t, I may never find Carla. “Deal! I’ll have everything sent to you by morning. Do you want anything else?” “I heard the Hernandez mansion is on the best lands in Jet City. I want the mansion and everything around it. I need a safer place for my Caprio clan to thrive. Don’t you think so?”

She closed her book and glanced at him. “What about Chuchay?” “She’s fine now. She already rested.” “Okay, Alvin. Thank you for your help. You can rest now.” Alvin nodded and bid Lirah goodbye. Hacienda Clarita. The largest piece of land owned by the Sarmientos. It was named after Don Fernan’s grandmother and had been in the family for a long time. Initially, it was small, but it gradually grew and expanded into other lands as well. Among the siblings, only Lirah showed interest in the hacienda. She loved it so much that she even chose a course close to it during college.

She was strong, but even steel buildings can be destroyed. Thoughts coiled and unravelled in my mind. So much had happened in such a small amount of time, and I couldn’t vanish the thoughts of what Emiliana went through these last couple of months. I knew about Dante and Veronica, but I also wondered if there was anything else I had missed. Something that neither Vinnie or Emiliana had told me. As the estate came into view, I released the nervous breath I had kept caged in my chest. This was it. The gravel crunched underfoot. Stone masonry reminded me of the squalor I had been living in for the last two months. There was no chipped paint, no rusted metal bars, not even the squawking birds wi

“Of course, I will. Also, ever since Jairus was little, I lived with them because my dad was the escort of his father Dominic Jimenez. So now, I’m here to keep my promise to Dad before he dies.” Still, she does not lose her fear no matter what else her companions tell her. A few hours later they entered the town of Adlivun, it is a private place, only the rich have access to the code in order to enter the place. She also saw several houses as they drove through the entrance but only one caught Patrisse’s eye. This is the mansion of Armando Zamora.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

Fuck Hailey, she was going to enjoy this day. She strolled to a street food seller and got herself a stick of dirty corn. She sat down at a corner and pulled off her mask and slowly ate it. Her eyes darted back and forth on the street. She sighted a crowd gathered around a man. "What's happening there?" She asked the food seller. "They are getting the latest newspaper. You know Frederick Mills, the billionaire and his wife made their first public appearance yesterday." Zara suddenly lost her appetite, her face contoured in anger.

Every moment spent with him felt precious, and I wanted to cherish these moments. "So, what now? I have work to do," I said with a smile. "Work? No, I brought you here as a guest. Relax, you don't have any reason to work for me," he replied. However, my smile faded when he said that. It wasn't a secret that I hated the idea of working as a servant at the hacienda. Going from a luxurious life to a countryside with fewer resources was difficult to accept. I almost had nothing. I couldn't say I was poor because we weren't, but the thought of being responsible for damaging an expensive antique vase was annoying.

I gave a tight smile and walked in, heading towards the table at the end of the hall. The library was huge and smelled like crisp paper. Rows of towering shelves were all over the place, and it was as silent as a graveyard. “Alpha Zen,” the old scribe greeted, courtseying. I recognized him from when my father was alive. His name was Jayreth. “You’ve heard about the girl, have you not?” I asked him. I did not have time to waste on pleasantries. “Yes, I have,” he said. “The enemy’s daughter . The one with glowing blood, isn’t it?”

It was on one of those afternoons that Bianca was brought to the estate. She had lost so much weight that her expensive clothes hung off her body. Her once-proud blond hair was tied back carelessly, and dark circles bruised the skin under her eyes. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. "Miss Castellano, please let me go. Let me end the marriage with Luca." I sat in a greenhouse chair with Mia asleep in my arms. I didn't even lift my eyes at first.