Novel & Cerita Venti X Barbara

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," Zacky spoke politely with a smile totally ignoring Barbara 's presence. Barbara couldn't help but feel abit confused and shocked at Zacky's attitude. "Zacky, you are here," Barbara leapt forward excitedly towards Zacky. She had one thing in mind to show Cecy who the boss was. Deep down, Barbara knew Zacky loved her. She moved forward toward him trying to hug him but Zacky drastically moved aside leaving her to fall down in a loud thud.

The bar is closed since it’s only noon. “I swear, I feel like it lately.” “When is Barbara coming back?” A loud voice calls from the storeroom. “I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet.” Fleece rolls her eyes. “Of course not.” Barbara sweeps out of the back room in all her glory. A woman in her sixties whose very essence screams ‘New York.’ She’s carrying a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka to replenish the stock behind the bar. “How you doin,’ Delia?”

“All I know is she saved your mother from having to do degrading things. You might want to consider that if anyone ever bad mouths her to you.” So there was good and bad in the mix, was there? But why had her mother seemed so vindictive? Could it be that she didn’t want her only daughter to marry her cousin, a man she had never met? Beyla decided not to confront Miriam just yet. There would be time enough later. In a symbolic gesture, born of impulse, she removed the hated barbette, though she wasn’t brave enough to throw it into the water.

“I heard he married Vangand Danio's son.” “I thought he was marrying a woman.” Vincent's step slowed, and I noticed his shoulders stiffen. “Don't be so nervous. You're walking funny,” I chuckled. “Easy for you to say. What do you gain from teasing me every chance you get?” We had barely crossed the room when Vivienne Beaumont approached.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

He had always had a crush on her from the first day she came to work in their company but was bidding his time for the right moment to confess his feelings to her. She always thought it mysterious how Vinca disappeared. "I am sure there must be foul play somewhere", she said turning to look at Mike "Why don't we go visit her parents after work? Maybe they have heard from her" Mike knew how much Shirley hurt over her best friend's disappearance. She had been unsettled ever since that broadcast. She was one person who never liked Damont from the first time she met him. She had tried to tell her friend that Damont gave her very negative vibes, but Vinca brushed off her friend's intuition, termi

Barbara said proudly, making Vivian blush. "Make sure you don't forget our main agenda. Ignore the boys and focus on the prize," She reminded, and Vivian nodded. "Thank goodness your father was able to snag us an invite. We must use this chance wisely." Upon receiving the news of XY Company's unexpected recovery a few days ago, Barbara rushed upstairs to her husband's room, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She eagerly shared the news with him, urging him to recover swiftly. News that his company had miraculously bounced back while he lay in his sickbed seemed to work wonders on Arnold Thompson’s health as he quickly recovered. Without delay, he resumed his work.

There is some problem going on in this house and maybe it’s related to us, too. Otherwise, why were they surprised to see mom come downstairs? Why they were so angry to see their father. Their parents even didn’t look at each other. Why did Alpha Robert want me to misunderstand Andrea? Why do they want to hide something from me? I want to know every detail. So I called Evan. He is my beta, but he is the only person I trust the most. I know he helps Andrea sometimes. But I know he won’t have any ulterior motive. He just doesn’t like the way I treat Andrea, but he also doesn’t want to meddle in our matter.

“I just don't want you to keep carrying the anger within you. Let it go.” I didn't respond and she sighed deeply, taking the frame with her as she left the kitchen. I wasn't going to let it go. I was going to make them pay. Especially their boss, Ricardo Lombardi. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my gallery. Assistant to Mr Valerio palazzo needed Was written on a poster I had seen near a bar that some Lombardi’s hung out in. “Should have a law degree or at least a diploma,” I read out and laughed.

CHASE. We were in a heated argument and the tension could be felt. It stretched taut that i couldn't even hear what they were saying. Axle was speaking in top of his voice and same was Damon, yelling at each other as they argued about rogues and their abilities. Aria was seated on the other side of the living room, across from us and she smiled when our eyes met.