Vino El Amor Capitulo 42 Novels & Stories

Mario stated while letting go his hands grip from Lucrecia's palm. 'Then why are you still divorcing me? Is your love that important?'-, Lucrecia thought sourly, listening to Mario's confession which, unfortunately sounded sincere. "How about a cup of coffee as our farewell?" Mario proposed in breaking stillness as Lucrecia was just quiet. "At the cafe we first met?" Lucrecia asked to offer, then Mario noddedoff as the answer that he agreed. "Alright, I think a cup of coffee is better as the end of our story. So, see you there" Lucrecia said waving her hands while getting into her car.

"Angela, did you hear that? Mia said I can go in!" Angela rolled her eyes at him in frustration before stepping aside to let him enter the hospital room. She followed closely behind him, only to see Zayn suddenly drop to his knees with a loud thud and start slapping himself. Dozens of hard smacks later, his face was swollen beyond recognition. Angela had to admit—even if he looked completely pathetic, his attitude toward admitting fault was commendable. Mia remained silent, watching the man she once loved. No one could understand the emotions churning inside her at the moment. All her intense and complicated feelings were tangled into an unbearable knot in her heart, making her feel like she

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

he said, and I heard Amanda sobbing. "Do not belittle my love, Vin. I care about you a lot. I got pregnant, so I won't lose you," she said, and he shook his head. "That is not true, Amy. You got pregnant so you will have something to blackmail and control me with like you blackmailed and controlled Leo." Vino said, figuring her reasons out on his own, and he sipped his drink. "I, Vino Lawrence Volkov, reject you..." he said, and she screamed before he could finish it.

That was the man I had loved for 10 years…and he was holding someone else's hand, about to make a lifetime of vows to her. "Mr. Davon Parker, do you take Ms. Natalie Rivera to be your wife, to love and cherish her through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your lives?" Davon's voice was steady and filled with emotion. "I do." My heart twisted like a knife had been driven straight through it. "Ms. Natalie Rivera, do you..." Just then, a message flashed across the large screen behind them in blood-red letters. [Natalie Rivera, you stole my husband. I hope you die from your illness soon!]

She said, "I know." "Ha!" the man exclaimed. He was curious. "Aren't you madly in love with him? You rejected me because of him and blocked my number. You even went as far as to set up a bet to force me out of Seaport. What happened? Did you get dumped?" Sadie replied honestly, "Yes, I did. I was too blind to tell the difference between a man and a bastard." The man was standing in front of French windows, looking out at the view from a random villa in Capitol City. He had a mysterious smile on his face.

Her gaze searched his face, but his expression was unreadable, obscured behind a cloud of cigar smoke. “That wasn’t public knowledge,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Vincent offered her a mock salute, his smirk deepening. “You’d be surprised what I know, Chica. Don’t ever assume you can keep anything from me.” The room fell silent as Vincent moved back toward the cabinet, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. His dark eyes never leaving hers. Elena remained still and watched him take a long draw of the cigar. The rain outside pounded harder against the windows, a steady, relentless drumming that seemed to echo the turmoil in Elena’s mind. Her thoughts drifted to Lorenzo, to tha

Scarlett said before kissing him passionately. "I love you too. I always have." Wayne said after the kiss. "Do you mean it?" she asked with a smile. Scarlett couldn't hold back her excitement as she showered his face with kisses. he began walking towards the bed with her legs still securely wrapped around his torso. "Whatever you want." he replied. "You know what my answer is?" she asked with a big grin. "I don't, you tell me" "Nah ah" she replied. And they went back and forth until they got into the mansion. THE END

Nico holding her hand, thumb stroking her wrist. When Matteo came, he stayed deep. Whispered, “I love you,” against her lips. Luca took his place. Fucked her steady. Groaned when he spilled. “Love you. Fuck, I love you.” Nico last. Gentle. Deep. Kissed her through his release. “Love you. Always.” They held her after. Wrapped around her. Quiet. Outside, the sun dipped low. Night was coming. Vittorio was coming. But Elena felt different.

he whispered. Hearing his words filled with emotion, Lily's eyes snapped wide open. Her eyes flickered down to her legs, between her thighs. her vagina, burning red, wide open, semen dripping out and staining the whole bed. “He came in me,” she thought, her heart thundering against her chest. She tried to close her legs, but her muscles were too limp to move; instead, she turned to him, their faces facing each other, their eyes locked, and she stared deeply into his in a shared silence.