Hera Delacruz thought she had escaped the shadows of her past. Once a fearless soldier, she sacrificed her career, her family, and her freedom to marry Mateo, the man she thought was her salvation. But love turned dangerous when rumors surfaced that Mateo, the feared "savior of the mafia", orchestrated her father’s death. Pregnant and heartbroken, Hera fled. Five years later, Hera lives a quiet, nomadic life with her daughter Mila, a bright, spirited child battling diabetes. Constantly on the move to evade Mateo’s relentless pursuit, Hera works as a waitress in a sleepy town, keeping her past hidden and her daughter safe. She’s a survivor, hardened by military training and sharpened by heartbreak. Mateo Delacruz is as ruthless as he is determined. Known as a savior to the criminal underworld, he has spent years hunting the only woman who dared defy him. When he finds Hera, he is prepared to bring her back into his world, but nothing prepares him for the revelation that she has been hiding his daughter. Now, with two Delacruz women to protect, Mateo will stop at nothing to reclaim his family. But the mafia doesn’t forgive easily. Mateo’s family and men resent Hera for abandoning them and leaving them in the hands of their merciless boss. As Hera fights to shield her daughter from the danger that follows Mateo, she must also confront her unresolved feelings for the man she once loved, and the truth about what happened to her father. Can they find a way to trust each other again, or will their pasts destroy the fragile bond between them?
View MoreThis has been a long night.I quietly sat at our table while watching Mila playing with her friends. Everyone was off conversing or dancing to the music that the live band provided. Everyone here fits in somewhere, except me. I don't belong here. I looked over at Mateo, and a tight and painful knot started to form in my throat. I don't recognize him anymore. He's the complete opposite of the person he used to be when we first met. He never told me what to do or who to talk to. God knows why he's doing so now.My phone suddenly made a pinging sound so I grabbed it from where it was lying on the table. A notification popped up on the screen so I quickly clicked on it. I waited as my messenger app opened. I saw a message from an unknown number. I opened the message and a frown settled on my forehead. A picture. I adjusted my brightness and could finally make out what the picture displayed. My eyes went wide in shock. I left the dinner table before stumbling into a random bathroom.
"Lola, welcome," I said as she stepped over the threshold. She gave me a tight smile before her expression shifted to one of cool assessment. Her eyes swept me up and down without a word before she brushed past me, leaving me to press my lips together awkwardly. "Hola, Martín," I greeted warmly, and he responded with a friendly smile before stepping inside. Aurellia stood still for a moment, her gaze cold and indifferent. She walked past without a word. "Hello to you too, Aurellia," I muttered under my breath, tired of the silent hostility. Beside me, Mila clung to my hand, her big eyes watching the exchange. "She seems mad at you, Mommy," Mila whispered, her innocence cutting through the tension. "She does, doesn’t she?" I replied with a wry smile, and Mila nodded solemnly. Her mood brightened as she spotted the next arrival. "Here comes Uncle Tiago!" she exclaimed, tugging at my hand. Tiago approached with his usual swagger, something hidden behind his back. "The man,
***I stumbled against a tree trunk and rushed to get up from the ground. I desperately tried to catch my breath, but my chest was burning, and my heart was aching. I got back up to my feet and continued running through the woods. I came to an abrupt stop when I reached an old graveyard.All the graves were covered in grass, their tombstones shattered to pieces except for one grave in particular. I hesitantly took a step forward. I sucked in a deep breath before carefully walking over to the only standing tombstone in the entire graveyard.I frowned when I saw my name engraved on the tombstone. "Hera Delacruz."Something was written in fine print under my name, so knelt in front of the grave before narrowing my eyes to better my vision. "Like father, like daughter." I read the fine print out loud. I wildly shook my head before getting up from where I was sitting and the ground beneath my feet gave way from under me. A scream left my mouth as I fell into the grave.***"Mommy!""Mo
I watched as Mateo and his mom came walking back inside the dining hall. Aurellia and Martín followed shortly behind them. I finally managed to get Mila back from that vampire, Cara. After talking to Umberto and Javi, we decided to go back to our table, and now she was holding onto my hand while she ate a cupcake that Umberto gave her. "Hi Mila, I'm Mateo's mom. It's so nice to finally meet you." Lola told Mila who smiled up at her. "Nice to meet you too." Mila kindly told Lola who nodded at her with a smile on her face. "You're very kind, Mila," Lola told her with a kind smile on her face and Mila looked down at the cupcake in her hand. "May I get a hug?" Lola asked Mila, and she looked back up before she slowly nodded at Lola, and Lola picked her up into her arms. "Oh, you're so pretty; you're a replica of your mom," Lola told her before tickling her and Mila laughed at her actions. "She's so precious," Lola told Mateo. She was avoiding eye contact with me; she cl
"Familia, amigos, estamos aquí hoy para celebrar la vida de nuestro verdadero salvador, Jesucristo. Disfruta de este festín que te he preparado, lo mío es tuyo." Mateo said and everyone raised their champagne glasses in the air. (Family, friends, we are here today to celebrate the life of our true savior, Jesus Christ. Enjoy this feast that I've prepared for you, what's mine is yours.) "Por favor, demos la bienvenida a mi hermosa esposa y a nuestra hija Mila. Serán tratados con respeto y los honraréis. Estas son mis ordenes." Mateo continued, and the room dawned in silence before everyone brought their hands together in a praying manner. (Please welcome back my beautiful wife, and our daughter Mila. They will be treated with respect and you will honor them. These are my orders.) Mateo sat back down before he gestured for the music to continue. I saw Cara waving at Mila so I frowned at Mateo. "She's a friend." He said, knowing what I was about to ask. "I didn't know you
I walked down the hallway before I entered Mila's room. I found her inside talking to a woman with short light brown hair and curly bangs. She smiled when she saw me and I frowned lightly. "And who might you be?" I blankly asked her. "I'm Mila's babysitter. Mateo appointed me. My name is Cara." She told me and I frowned at her."Mateo?" I asked her and she nodded at me. "Shouldn't you address him as the don? I'm the only person who's allowed to call him by his name." I told her and she nodded at me. "Of course, my apologies." She said with a smile on her face and I blankly looked at her. "You don't have to come in anymore. I'll talk to Mateo but I don't think your services will be required anymore. I'll do just fine raising my daughter on my own." I told her before I picked Mila up into my arms. "Mommy but I like her," Mila whined. "Mila we'll talk about this later. Okay?" I told her and she sadly nodded at me. "You may go," I told Cara and she nodded at me before she came over
Umberto held my tiny waist as he took my measurements, moving quickly and quietly while writing them down in a small notebook. "All done." He said after a few minutes, and I started getting dressed again. "I thought it was a joke when the don told me I had to take your measurements. But here you are, little dove." Umberto said with a grin, and I smiled back. "That's right, I'm back," I replied softly, and he sighed lightly. "My god, I can't believe it's been six years. You look good, healthy. And you're still my prettiest client," he told me, and I chuckled lightly. "You flatter me, but I've seen the models you work with," I teased, and he smiled. "And what's the difference between you and those models? You're flawless, Hera. I missed you so much," Umberto said before pulling me into a tight hug. "We've got so much to catch up on. You should come over for lunch sometime. A lot's changed since you left," he added, his voice soft. I nodded at him. "I fear we might've needed you b
We arrived at Mateo's house about an hour ago. Mila was sitting on my lap while she played with my hair. I was waiting for Mateo to come back since he had left thirty minutes ago to go handle "business" downtown. He left me in our bedroom before he took off. I sighed lightly before I placed Mila down next to me. "Here," I handed her iPad over to her and she smiled before she took it from me. She placed all her attention on her iPad so I got up from the bed before I walked over to where my closet used to be. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat. All my clothes were still there. I thought he would've gotten rid of them by now. I walked into the closet before I sat down on a chair in a far left corner of the closet and memories of Mateo and me came flooding through my mind. I still remember the day Mateo brought me to this house for the first time. After seeing it I begged him to buy it for us. Not that I needed to beg him for it, I just wanted him to see that I n
"Hera," I heard Mateo calling from beside me so I slowly opened my eyes. I lifted my head from his shoulder before I pulled away from him. Memories of Mateo came flooding through my mind and they were enough to make me want to hide from him. He kissed me- and I kissed him back so shamelessly and desperately. Then I accepted his proposal. He asked me to be his wife again and God knows what fully being his wife means. I wiped the palm of my hand across my forehead before looking over at him. "Where are we? Where's Mila?" I asked him in panic as soon as I realized that we were on a plane. "We're on a plane, Hera. We're going home." Mateo took my chin into his hand before he made me look at him. "You're my wife, Hera. Your place is by my side." He continued before he took my hand in his; he slowly ran his thumb in circles over my wedding ring, so I angrily pulled my hand out of his grasp. "Let us go, Mateo. We can still end this- forget that it ever happened. Spain is not my home
I grabbed Mila's gloved hand before leaving the diner I work in. It had become dark outside, and the streets were quiet, cold, and covered in snow. The streetlights were dim and weary as they fought against the cold. "Mommy, I'm cold." She whined and I worriedly looked around me as we walked over to my car. "I know, baby. We're almost at the car." I cooed at her as we quietly continued our walk down the sidewalk. I wouldn't usually have Mila out in the cold this late but I can't trust her with a nanny or a daycare. Now she spends her afternoons with me at the diner. Mila suddenly stopped before bending down to pick something up. "My bracelet!" She yelled out in panic so I bent down to help her look for it. "Did it fall over here?" I asked her in a gentle tone and she nodded at me in response. "There!" She excitedly yelled out before running over to her bracelet lying in the snow. "Mila watch out for the cars!" I yelled out before running after her. Luckily there were no car...
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments