Novels by AngelKitsune

She couldn't respond due to the shock. Her father had never mentioned this. Marrying the popular boyfriend of the most desired girl at the university? That was very difficult for her.Roberth looked incredulously at his father. What did all this mean? And he was nervous; his father maintained a half-smile, his power of persuasion was frightening. Pieces were falling into place. It was like seeing a reflection of himself, only enhanced.Sarah looked at her father, who, without taking his eyes off her, was printing documents and stapling with precision.The atmosphere in that room had grown much colder.Anthony looked at Sarah and continued to speak.- This deal will be advantageous for all of us.- Advantageous? What do you mean? You want to force two people to marry because of money – Sarah said, already losing patience with it.- Sarah, let me explain. You were the beloved granddaughter of Luiz Cárdenas. The daughter of your grandfather's most cherished daughter. You led a quiet life

Camille saw them holding hands and laughed. She knew that soon there would be trouble if she spread gossip. She took pictures and giggled, aware of the scandal Amanda would create about it.Everything was confusing and chaotic for them. Roberth followed Sarah in his car, heading to her father's office.He didn’t understand what Sarah’s father wanted with him.There were things he still didn’t know. Not everything had been said.Sarah was serious; her father’s call indicated urgency to get to the office. Emergency meetings like this were common, as it was expected that she would learn the family business.Amanda woke up with a terrible headache. Checking her phone, she realized it had been almost forty-eight hours since she last heard from Roberth. She didn’t feel good about it. She opened her delivery app and ordered her vegan breakfast. Her mother was a bundle of worries about her husband.Sarah parked the car on the side of the parking lot, followed by Roberth. They both entered the

The day dawned with a lot of brightness, even more than usual. Ironic. Drunken actions are reflections of sober intimate thoughts.This was very true for Roberth.The situation was complicated for him...Roberth woke up at an unusual hour, different from what he was used to. He went through his usual routine and went downstairs for breakfast, grabbing his phone. He was torn between seeking out Sarah to clarify everything or spending the day with Amanda. Nothing was easy.Anthony was already ready for the day and, startled by the seriousness on his son's face, sat down at the table and silently ate his cake.Neither of them exchanged a word about the previous night. But Anthony was intelligent and experienced enough to know that something was wrong.- Son, are you okay?- I'm fine, Dad. I'll stop by the office later to help with the administrative routines.- Alright, son. I hope you do well today.- I'll try, Dad. I just need some time for reflection. I'll be fine.With every minute t

Everything happens for a reason in the universe. There is no clear cause for this.Sarah relaxed in the bath, but she couldn't get Roberth out of her head. The "I" could mean many things in the world for her.As she submerged in the bathtub and came up with her head above water, she began to think. How did it all start? She tossed her hair back and wiped her face with her hand. Roberth had kissed her in a warm way. She had liked it: Amanda could no longer brag about anything. She found the idea of using Roberth to irritate Amanda appealing. But she knew that this would override many things she thought were right.However, it also meant that Amanda would lose a lot. Regarding her reputation as the most desired girl at the university... she could become the one who was betrayed.Anthony was in his office weighing many expenses and putting together a spreadsheet. Many accounts didn’t add up for him. Like his son’s... his own.The only solution was to get everything in order.Anthony need

It was obvious that Sarah wasn't so happy about reliving that dark and difficult time that still left wounds in her heart, Roberth thought, but he wanted to know. I needed to know and how to proceed. I would comfort her.Sarah looked at him and continued.- You know, I had my grandfather as a hero to me. My grandmother didn't like it, it felt like I was stealing something, but I didn't care. When I stayed at my parents' house, I was treated like a maid, and the days were cold and dark for me. “My brothers” had everything they wanted, financially speaking and they were entitled to everything, love, affection... with me it was mistreatment and dirt. The betting even started. Gambling and addictions. I felt like this was going to go bad. They started wanting to auction me off, to get money. – Sarah stopped, crying – she was humiliated every day, and I discovered that they ended my grandfather's fortune. He died a few months later, of heartbreak. My grandmother can't stand it. He took med

Sarah's smile had been wide and bright since she returned from lunch and arrived at her house. She started thinking about how everything had changed so suddenly, and found herself with new people in her life in less than fifteen days, and even the guy who almost ran her over started going out with her on friendly outings. Things were now closer to when his grandfather was alive.Lunch with Roberth had been incredible. Apparently, he wasn't the arrogant he appeared to be, he was a person who needed to learn how to really have fun. This was funny to her.Saturday dawned, and another lunch was scheduled. Roberth sent Amanda off saying he was going to have lunch with a friend, and then he was going to see Sarah. His heart began to pound for her, imagining that she would be okay if she stayed longer. And it would be able to develop.Sarah arrived minutes late at the agreed location, looking stunning, with a small handbag. And loose hair.She apologized and sat down, embarrassed.- Hey- Hi