Novels by Angie Pichardo

A beautiful sunset celebrated the union of two souls in love, who met and saved each other. Dancing, laughter, food, and greetings flooded the cheerful estate.A couple admired the bride and groom dancing with the restless child, forming a dance of three. “We should get married, too,” Samuel whispered in the ear of the blonde whom he hugged from behind. “Everything will depend on you and how productive you make our estate," she said mischievously and he kissed her neck. Jacqueline had bought the neighboring ranch and settled there. She and Samuel managed it, although Samuel preferred the heavy labor along with the other workers. Like any ranchman with masculine pride, he was saving up to buy the engagement ring, for he wanted it to come out of his own pocket, as the fruit of his hard work. Another wedding was coming up soon, although Jacqueline had another little surprise in store for him, a consequence of his lack of patience is not waiting until

The sweat on their foreheads and the rapid beating of their hearts were evidence of the fear that ran through them. They were in the hands of their enemies and it was obvious that this would be the end of them. Arthur hurried to the gate with relief, noticing that it was the redhead woman who was there; she was looking at him questioningly; he, in turn, understood that expression and thanked God for that opportunity. “Tell me, Mr. Connovan, do you believe there is any hope for me? Do you believe that my sinful, wicked soul will find a place where it belongs and can be admired by anyone?” “I do. It doesn't have to be romantic love, you can find charity wherever you want to cultivate it. And definitely, I believe you can redeem your actions and be a good person, I believe you can dream and make those dreams come true.” “Will I be happy if I do that?” Her voice came out shrill and tears streamed down her face. “You will be. You will know the true

Arthur got off the horse full of excitement. He had dreamed all those days of Sam's face at the sight of her son, and the longing to witness that happiness in her had him nervous and nauseous. He ran to the door with trembling hands and a heaving chest. Jacqueline followed him with the child in her arms, he was very quiet for a child of his age and hardly uttered any words.Arthur noticed the half-opened door and entered quietly, for he wanted to surprise her. His heart pounded intensely as he saw a broken vase in the middle of the room and some things lying around as if a fight had taken place there. He ran in desperation to the other rooms of the house as he called out to her with cries full of anguish.“Sam! No, no, no, no, no. Sam, sweetheart, what happened?”Jacqueline looked at him regretfully, fearing the worst.“Sam!” he shouted and ran out of the hut in hope. It must be a misunderstanding, surely she would explain to him w

“So, Samay is with you,” said the black-haired man, smiling. “That girl is very elusive, I could never find her.”“Were you looking for her?” Samuel and Sebastian looked at each other with a smile.“Of course I was looking for her! I wanted her son back.”“Her son?” Samuel asked dumbfounded. Arthur hadn't told him about it.“She hadn't told you anything? She got pregnant by her husband. I don't know how she managed to escape, but I found her passed out on the outskirts of the forest surrounding the Fraga estate. She was bleeding and I thought she had lost the baby. A doctor friend treated her in secret, as many people were afraid of White. She woke up upset believing her child had died, but that baby was well attached and more alive than the mother.”He took a puff on his cigarette and smiled mischievously.“We moved to another town and she lived with me for the rema

Arthur rode in a daze, the melancholy in his chest and the emptiness of her absence was torturous. To imagine all that she suffered, all that she had to sacrifice.***“So, the lady is dead,” Samuel remained thoughtful and then smiled. "We must not lose hope, there is a person who can help us and soon I will find his whereabouts.”"Who is it?” Arthur asked in confusion.“Mrs. Julia's grandson.”Arthur nodded. Samuel got up from his chair and left.Arthur was in his room pondering Sam's confession when the door opened.“Hello, Arthur,” Anabela hugged him fervently. “I've been so worried. Where did you go that you didn't sleep in the house last night?”“I was working something out,” he pinched his nose.“And why did you go off by yourself? You know those thugs have you in their sights. Luckily they didn't succeed when you were in jail

Sam looked for food and sat down to eat in the backyard. She reminisced about that day when he took her there. She loved him and it was painful to be separated from him. A week had passed and it was time to be told that at least he was okay, so she decided to visit the gentlemen who were taking care of her.“Hello, my dear,” Mrs. Goodman greeted her with a smile. “How's your arm today?”“It's better. I came to give you the list of supplies I'll need.”“Excellent!” The lady took the paper and sat down across from her. “Would you like some coffee?” Sam nodded and she smiled.“I'd like to know…” she looked down and played with her fingers. Her cheeks flushed and her nervousness was noticeable. “I've been here for a week and…” her heart pounded with intensity.“He'll contact you when it's safe to do it,” the lady averted her gaze, but Sam had a