He spoke lightly, but Selina had seen the injuries on his face and knew that what he had been through was definitely more dangerous than he let on.Yet, Selina found herself captivated by his words.She couldn't even tell if Nestor was saying these things for Rachel to hear, or deliberately for her.
Nestor's words stirred up a mix of emotions in Selina. She felt a lump in her throat and her eyes grew slightly moist.Her love for David had made her reluctant to cause him any trouble. No matter how unreasonable Jennifer had been, Selina had always endured it without ever complaining to him.Inst
If this were the old David, he wouldn't have even been able to imagine wanting something without trying every means to get it, instead willingly giving up and silently protecting from afar."Our engagement," Nestor said, looking at Selina's calm and serene expression, "if you really hate it, we can
If this had happened before, Nestor would have simply turned his back on Thomas, not bothering to deal with him at all.So what if he was Selina's brother?What right did Thomas have to meddle in his affairs with Selina?But now, his relationship with Selina was so fragile that a single word from Th
The forces trying to save David and those wanting him dead were almost evenly matched.Just as both sides were at a stalemate, the Taylors' people appeared and rescued David from the struggle.But during the fight, David suffered fatal injuries.Thomas's people found out that shortly after the Taylo
Selina left early in the morning and finally reached Miller Bay by evening.Hearing she was coming back, the village chief and some familiar villagers welcomed her at the village entrance.The cars drove into the village, stopping in the open space in front of the village chief's house.Selina's fam
It wasn't that she was stingy or unwilling to help the villagers.When her foster father had tried to marry her off to an older widower from the next village, she had attempted to run away, only to be caught and brought back by the villagers.It was impossible not to feel some resentment.But she al
A narrow, open-air barbecue joint with greasy, glaring tables and chairs filled the air with the smell of cumin mixed with alcohol, and the rough cursing and lip-smacking sounds of the diners nearby. Nestor, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, sat across from her, his golden mask reflecting t