Why Was Pedro Pascal Crying Novels & Stories

Betrayal. “I have never asked you for anything,” he said in a broken whisper. “Not once. In all the years I have known you. I have not asked for a single favor.” “I know.” “And now I am asking. Please leave her alone.” “No.” Pedro’s face fell for a second. Then he looked up and turned to leave. “You are making a mistake,” he said without turning around. “Then let me make it.” He walked out and left the door open. I sat there in silence and replayed everything in my mind. My hands were shaking, not from fear, from anger.

"Don't make me prove you wrong, Eduardo. I'm no longer the boy who used to sit on your lap. I will have you killed if you disrespect me ever again." Mr. Pascual takes his hands off me. I pull my dress down and look around for my torn panties. I find them and shove them in my clutch. Tears sting my eyes and I let them fall. Mr. Pascual's voice is a low and threatening rumble. "You'll regret this." "So will you." I hear Mr. Pascual walk away. I wipe my tears swiftly. When his footfalls recede, I finally breathe. The memory of his invasive touch remains on my skin. I feel his hands on my neck even though he's gone.

" Pa Nickolas spoke with such sadness as if his wife died just the night before. "You must be out of you mind Nickolas or whatever you're called. So you subjected my angel to such torture because she was born smiling instead of crying like other babies? Hahaha, how sarcastic you are. You broke that little girl into a million pieces just because your wife died at her birth. Aren't you supposed to love her even more seeing that she lost her mother earlier than she bargained for?" "Please, am I speaking to Don Pedro?" Pa Nickolas asked, sounding even more confused now.

Carmela stood up, her hands shaking. "Stop!" she said, her voice rising. "I don't want to hear this right now. This is all too much. I can't handle it." Pedro put up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said anything. I know this is hard for you." Carmela turned away, her eyes filled with tears. "Just stop," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't want to hear any more of this. I'm grateful to you for finding my kids, but that's it. I don't feel anything for you."

"Think it over. If you can be with Jordan without feeling guilty, I won't object to your relationship. But you can't hide the truth. Otherwise, when Jordan learns it..." Irene tried her best to keep herself calm, but tears still welled up her eyes. It was such a huge blow to her. She didn't want to cry in front of outsiders, hence she stood up and bid goodbye to Pedro. Looking at her straightened back, Pedro's heart couldn't help aching for her.

GINEVRA In my last moments when Izzy begged me to have a rethink, my eyes zeroed in on Raul who had a stoic expression, but ropes of tears were untamed against his trembling cheeks. Dominico was not a man who hid his emotions; therefore, he was sitting on the bare floor, his eyes bloodshot red from all the tears he had cried. Paulo who was in a way my support system. . .he was crumbling. There wasn't a word enough to describe the pain his features held.

Paola blurted out, staring directly at Miguel’s eyes with strain lacing her tone. My mouth almost gaped and my eyes widened in disbelief when Paola had told us the truth. I was filled with pity and I couldn’t find perfect words to utter. I didn’t know that she just lost the man of her life that I thought was still alive. That explained why Paola was so unsettled when we opened up something about Fernando. The reason why she hadn’t shown up was that there was a possibility that she would die next. Why the hell did Fernando turn out to be so sadistic?

The sadness. How had he missed all of this? “Am I shocked? Yes I am,” Pedro finally said. “But angry? Absolutely not:” Leo frowned. “No?” “Why would I be angry?” Pedro shook his head as he rubbed a hand over his face. “But I’ll admit this wasn’t what I expected.” A small laugh escaped him. “I spent years watching women throw themselves at you.” “Dad!” “I’m serious. You had… still have a reputation.”

I couldn't believe his report, I didn't want to believe it. "Si… Sir, I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean for this to happen, I swear. Pardon my recklessness, Master" he pleaded as he went down on his knees, his eyes full of fright. "Just leave, Pedro." I said in Rage as he quickly stood up, bowed and was about to run out when Mason did the unbelievable. He swiftly ran to Pedro and ripped his heart out from his chest and threw the heart on the floor. I was too shocked to speak, I didn't know that Mason had such a temper in him. I watched Pedro fall lifelessly on the floor as my eyes drove to Mason, his face was red as hell. Was all that rage about Paisley or was there something else?

Chloe continued explaining. I suddenly heard sniffling and realized that Chloe must be crying. I scoffed, “Wow, Oscar-winning tears. Why isn't she an actress?” “When we checked the room, he…” she broke off, maybe to wipe her tears. I hated that we couldn't get him to wear a camera. “he was dead.” “That must have been hard for you,” Nick said. We heard shuffling. “Thank you so much for your time.” “Anything to help find the culprit who did that to Pedro,” Chloe said. I pictured her holding a hand to her chest, a napkin squeezed in her fist.