Weirdo

Hindi siya kagandahan alam niya. Minsan tinatawag pa siyang mukhang weirdo pero wala siyang pakialam. Siguradong-sigurado siya na mapapasakanya ang gwapong-gwapong si Clyde del Espania dahil umaasa siya sa gayuma na nakasulat sa libro ng lola niya. Paano naman kung ang lahat nang panggagayuma niya ay nauudlot dahil sa kinaiinisang kambal nito na si Kyle del Espania? Alam ng lalaki na patay na patay siya sa kambal nito kaya't tinutulungan siya ni Kyle kung paano siya mapapansin at magugustuhan ni Clyde. May sariling layunin din kasi ang lalaki. Gusto nitong mabawi ang babaeng mahal nito na si Claire na siya ngayong fiancee ng kambal. Pero paano pa niya ipagpapatuloy ang usapan nila kung siya mismo ang parang nagagayuma sa kambal ng lalaking kinababaliwan niya dati? Paano kung si Kyle na pala ang itinitibok ng puso niya? Makukuha niya rin kaya ito sa gayuma kahit alam niyang mahal na mahal pa rin nito ang ex nitong si Claire?

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

His smoldering golden gaze struck sparks from hers. “I wanted you the first time I saw you nearly three years ago. Now I want you even more.” “Me too... I've been waiting for this for so long… Three years might seem an eternity sometimes. Touch me, Diego. Please,” she mumbled shakily. “I will, 'cariño'… And I won’t stop. Not until you beg me to.” "Then... Don’t you ever stop…” she whispered urgently, shifting her hips in a restive movement against the sheet, wildly, wickedly conscious of the growing ache at the very heart of her. “Never…” "Is this a promise?" "A certainty." For sexy, mysterious Mexican aristocrat Diego Francisco Martinez del Río, Duque de Altamira, Jacqueline Maxwell was a gypsy, a weirdo living in awful conditions. And she was raising his orphaned baby niece in… a trailer! So unacceptable! Since she wasn’t giving up on little Azura, and his niece was very fond of her aunt, Diego offered to marry Jacqueline and raise the little girl together. Yes, she was poor but she was a real beauty, and with a little help, Jacqueline might become a perfect wife for a Duque. Graceful, beautiful... delightful, even. Jacqueline Maxwell knew Diego and his kind all too well. He was as stunning and charming as the devil himself, but twice as ruthless and heartless. He was just a playboy interested in one thing and one thing only. And it had nothing to do with little Azura. Still, accepting his proposal of a marriage of convenience might be the end to all her worries regarding the little girl left in her care by Alyssa, her sister...