The Hacienda Book Novels & Stories

Mommy Matilda asked. "No, Mommy, he wouldn’t say!" I replied. "Ruel is really something," Daddy Rafael said with a smile. "This hacienda is our wedding gift to you. It comes from your grandparents. Now I’m giving it to you!" Daddy Rafael said to Rhian, who was in disbelief. "T-thank you, Daddy!" Rhian replied, touched. As we chatted, we gave our gifts to them. The household staff were delighted to see us back at the hacienda, and even our household staff from the mansion received gifts.

“Oh, I didn’t ruin anything, I reinvented myself .” She gestured to herself. “This? I did all this for me to be loved and never be rejected again.” She stepped even closer, her perfume sickly sweet now. “I still want you. I miss you. I remember how you used to watch me like I was the only thing keeping you from losing your mind.” Kayden didn’t flinch. “I don’t want you. I don’t miss you. I’m mated now I found my other half.” Silvia’s smile returned.

Tammy pointed at the menu like some tacky nouveau riche. The server looked at me politely. I nodded. “Go ahead.” Tammy turned to me smugly, “I hope you don’t mind, Scarlett. I lived a hard time at the orphanage for two decades. I’m not asking for too much, am I?” “Not at all, so long as you can finish the food,” I said indifferently. Throughout dinner, Tammy kept feeding John and Catherine with her warped logic. “Mom, Dad, you have no idea how terrible fake heiresses are. They act all sweet while transferring the assets behind your back. You might want to keep a close eye on the family money and property.”

I stared at the tin roof above me, listening to the distant clucks of hens. Why was this ghost fiancé of mine such a damn mystery? Why was his name a secret? And why was I starting to care? I reached for my phone and dialed Petrov. He answered on the second ring. “Selena,” he said, voice deep and calm. “Did you go?” “I did. Gave them the condolences. Ate dinner with the whole mafia circus. Even asked about their golden boy—your dead fiancée’s brother. They acted like I’d asked to dig up a grave.”

“My point is that I was surprised and equally mesmerised to see a girl, rebellious in her way and straightforward and confident the way she was, which means that the terrace wasn’t the first place we shared a drink.” "I thought Chicago was the first time we came face to face." "When you were running into the Rossi mansion." I raised my shoulders and he sighed. “You fetched us an entire bottle of wine that night. Paulina, you and I drank it by the fountain and talked about being a part of this world. But you made it seem like you were a mere soldier.” He nodded, and I frowned. “Why?”

Chapter 112: Hand-Picked Back in Room 7 of the Deer Valley Motor Lodge, Poppy gathered up her belongings and packed them in her suitcase. Then she fired up her laptop to attend to some emails she'd noticed on her phone. While she was out in the backwoods of Idaho trying to convince a rancher to sell Slade & Howell a parcel of land, she still had a few other projects going on that required her attention. Currently, the new beach resort in Belize had hit a snag with local zoning restrictions, and she had research to do for a proposed couples-only retreat in New Mexico.

(A/N : I won't be updating this book regularly, but I'd be sure to complete it before August so what I'm tryna say is that, my focus now is mainly on my other book “CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON” do well to check it too, so when that one is completed then I'd pay keen attention to this one but for now - I would update when I have extra Brain to spare just like right now, he he 😏, I love you all MUAH).

“Excuse me?” “There is nothing to be excused about, Bianca!" Zoey shot back immediately. "You’re just not getting all the facts straight, which is exactly why you’re so oblivious to the truth. Year after year, that seat has always been reserved for only one person—the Sole Heiress of the luxurious Harrington family, owners of ABC Companies!” Zoey’s voice dripped with mockery as she continued. “Do you actually think you stand a chance of sitting there? Or maybe because your last name is HARRINGTON, you believe you’re the heiress the whole world has been searching for?”

She asked, noting the upmarket looking neighborhood outside the window. "Like I said, it was just impossible over the phone. You will really like Sebastian. He’s a good man." Chelsea turns to peer out the window again. The words "fiancée", "The mansion", and "millionaire" had hit her like a football tackle. She stared at the stunning houses as they rounded the corner into a neighborhood called Hawaii Drive. Her eyes bulged wider as they pulled into a circular driveway and the entrance to the mansion. The car stopped in front of a sculpted waterfall designed fountain set in the middle of the most perfect square cut green grass she had ever seen. The mansion was big, almost as big as Richmond'

Not only his eyes, but the undeniable attention from the whole Bonavichs family as well. And I can perfectly understand why. Giulia looked like a perfect partner for Harrison. Ugh, I hate to say that. But it was the truth. Considering that she came from a very well-off family. She must be attending studies in a very prestigious college right now, in contrary to me who was only working as a waitress. Appearance-wise, she also held a bigger point and score. She had the body ratio of a Miss Universe, and I was standing beside her only five foot eight high. .