Novels by Llamanel

Chris stood motionless, his eyes locked onto the man in the doorway—Reddick. "Chris," Reddick's voice was calm, almost soothing. "I've been expecting you."Chris clenched his fists, his gaze flickering between Reddick and his mother, still bound and blindfolded. "Let her go," he demanded, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Reddick stepped further into the room, the light revealing a face marked by time and secrets. "All in due time," he said. "But first, we need to talk."Chris took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, to fight, to protect. But something in Reddick's demeanor gave him pause—a familiarity, a connection he couldn't quite place."Who are you?" Chris asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Reddick sighed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "I'm someone who knew your father well. Someone who was once like a brother to him."Chris's heart pounded. "You're lying. My father never mentioned you.""Because he wanted to protect you,"

Chris stared at the photo for a long moment, the words seared into his mind. “The place you buried the truth.” He felt a rush of memories, places and moments from his past, all connected to his family’s legacy. He gripped the photo tightly, his knuckles white.“Chris, we have to move quickly,” Gabriel said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “We don’t know how much time we have. If they’ve taken her—”“I know.” Chris’s voice was tight. “I’m not stupid. But what the hell is going on? What do they want from me? From her?”Gabriel exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting toward the hallway as if he were hearing something in the distance, something only he could sense. “I wish I could tell you everything, Chris. But there are things your father kept from both of us. Things that were buried so deep, even I didn’t know they existed until recently.”Chris’s frustration boiled over. “I’m not interested in the past. My mother is gone, and I need to find her. Now.”Gabriel placed a hand on Chris

Chris rushed down the stairs of his office building, every step a drumbeat of anxiety. He hadn’t known his father had a brother—at least, not one still alive. The thought of someone carrying the same bloodline yet remaining hidden all this time left him uneasy. Questions bloomed faster than answers: Where had this man been? Why now? What did he want?At the reception desk, Linda stood frozen behind the counter, her usually calm expression twisted into something between fear and awe.“He’s waiting in the conference room,” she said quietly. “He… he knew your full name before I said anything.”Chris’s brow furrowed. He pushed through the door, heart pounding.There, seated in one of the high-backed leather chairs, was a man in his sixties. Salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, a tailored charcoal-gray suit, and eyes—sharp, calculating, and strangely familiar. He stood when Chris entered.“Cristóbal Alejandro Kingston,” the man said smoothly. “You look just like him.”Chris didn’t respond im

Chris lay sprawled across his bed, face turned toward the ceiling as the fan above spun in slow, rhythmic circles. He could still feel his mother’s arms wrapped around him—a rare gesture of tenderness that brought back memories of better times, simpler days when the weight of a legacy wasn’t strapped to his shoulders. But now, the burden was his to carry, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the miles ahead.His phone buzzed beside him.He ignored it.Another buzz. This time, a call.“Arturo,” he muttered, eyes closed. “He’s probably still trying to drag me out.”The buzzing stopped, only to resume seconds later. Chris groaned and finally answered.“What?”“Boss,” Arturo's voice crackled through the speaker, unusually cautious, “you might want to come down to the office. Now.”Chris rubbed his temple. “Arturo, I’m exhausted. I told you I’m taking a day.”“I know, but it’s not about business,” Arturo continued. “Someone’s been snooping around. And I think they broke into your private

Even though they had everything, Emily still yearned for more. Two months after her father's funeral, Emily decided to take care of herself and spare her son the burden of having to handle everything.Her son had brought her late husband's business back to life, so perhaps she could take over.This may be her way of fortifying her relationship with her husband in exchange for simply leaving, as she did years ago. She was by herself in her room, saying to no one in particular, "I will wait for Chris to return from his business trip." Two days later.When Chris got home, his face was disappointed. He attended a somewhat challenging meeting because his business partner was very challenging to work with because he wanted more than what Chris had shown and explained, which made him feel even more worn out and frustratedHe went straight to the shower took his bath and left for his office that late just to get some work done.Chris felt like he saw someone running off when he arrived at

Two days had passed since Chris's grandfather's passing, and the family found themselves immersed in the sombre task of planning his funeral. Chris, though grieving himself, took on the responsibility of assisting his mother and others in organizing the arrangements. They had no other family since his grandfather when young had run away from home. And had decided to make a name for himself and that was a story Chris wouldn't want to go back to Together, they meticulously chose the venue, selected the readings, and decided on the music that honoured his grandfather's life.His grandfather was somewhat a Gillian but living with him at this point made it great to know that he was loveable, the only thing that had curbed that great heart of his was a story Chris would have loved to hear but his grandfather had just died and that story would be farfetched from him. As they gathered to bid farewell to their beloved patriarch, Chris couldn't shake off the concern he felt for his mother,

The End"She has been apprehended and the court hearing would happen sooner than you think," Ryan's lawyer told him.Emilie had been caught trying to sign fraudulent documents under the guise of having a partnership with Ryan.The terms of the contract didn't make sense to him hence the reason why Ryan had alerted the security and when She was arrested she kept saying what he owned was supposed to be hers too.Turns out that on Aria's wedding day, Emilie had followed the kids right up to their honeymoon suite but the security was super tight she couldn't harm anyone so she left and came back when it was time for Asher's private wedding and stj no entrance was given to her so she tried to go through his assistant at work she had insisted Ruan signed fhs papers because they were important for some partnership since Ryan was using her company models for his products.Fortunately, Ruan was one to be meticulous and precise with the documents he went through and discovered some loopholes whi

Ethan and Aria's small beachside wedding was a dream come true. The couple had always been enamoured with the idea of exchanging vows with the ocean as their witness. They chose a resort that was known for its classy and esthetical decorations, which added to the overall ambience of the wedding.The resort was decorated with beautiful white and blue flowers, which blended in perfectly with the oceanic backdrop. The chairs were draped with white satin covers, and the aisle was fashioned with a white runner carpet. The stage where the couple exchanged their vows was adorned with a floral arch that matched the rest of the decor.The couple's guests were treated to a beautiful view of the beach and ocean while they enjoyed cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. The catering was provided by the resort's top chef, who prepared a delicious menu of seafood and fusion dishes that left everyone wanting more.The wedding planner ensured that everything went smoothly, from the music to the lighting. The D

As Aria walked into the dimly lit restaurant, she spotted Ethan sitting at a table near the window. He stood up as she approached and pulled out her chair. As they sat down, they couldn't help but admire the view of the city skyline.The waiter came over to take their order, and Aria noticed Ethan's eyes light up as he saw the menu. She knew he was a foodie and loved trying new things. They ordered a bottle of red wine to accompany their meal, and the conversation flowed easily.As they ate, Ethan entertained Aria with stories of his travels and adventures. She loved listening to him talk, and his enthusiasm was infectious. They talked about their shared love of music and even sang a few lines of their favourite songs together.After dinner, they decided to take a walk down by the river. The moon was shining brightly, and the stars were twinkling in the sky. They walked hand in hand, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.As they strolled along, they came across a street musician pla

After their college years, they had done lots of things already so it didn't mean anything anymore as Aria took her father's car to go see her boyfriend Ethan at his hotel.They had been together for all three years although long distance and having missed each other it was time for some loving."Mama I will be back in the evening going to see Ethan he just returned from Italy" Aria said as she took her car keys from the table and went out the door before Harmon could respond.When she got to the hotel room door she knocked and the moment he opened it up he pulled her in with a hot kiss and she knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him, she wanted to pull away but she didn't want to spoil the moment with questions so she continued with the kiss forgetting everything around them.Aria didn't even know when he had locked the door but she knew her legs were wrapped around his waist and he had her against the wall.Thank God she didn't put on a bra it was easy for him to find h

Eden's heart raced as Asher's words echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe that he loved her, and her emotions were overwhelming. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to process what had just happened. She had never felt so loved and cherished before, and it was a feeling that she never wanted to let go of.As she looked into Asher's eyes, she knew that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She took a deep breath and told him that she loved him too and that she never wanted him to let her go. The words felt so right coming out of her mouth, and she knew that she meant every single one of them.Asher pulled her close, and Wden could feel his strong arms wrapped around her. She felt safe and secure in his embrace, and she knew that she never wanted to let go. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other and feeling the love that they had for each other.As they finally pulled apart, Eden could see the tears in Asher's eye

Since Teddy had requested for the couple to come down home and had exactly had time to go meet up with him. because of their busy schedules.Seeing that he had been diagnosed and might just end up dying without having to apologise Teddy resolved to write a letter to the Ashtons.He had been treated badly as he was in the prison cell.He had been raped and molested by his fellow inmates who knew him to be a drug lord and also whom he had annoyed at a point.Teddy had developed Pile and now he was diagnosed with colon cancer and was about to die but his conscience wouldn't let him he had to apologise to those his actions had hurt.Emilie had listed him and made him understand that she was out to make his life a miserable hell even though she was pardoned.Emilie had also not forgotten to let him know that she had plans of ruining Ryans's life still as she still had more of a grudge and had him in mind.Teddy wanted to do what was right when it meant doing it for the last time before his

The night hung heavy over the city, the sky cloaked in storm clouds as if mourning what Alejandro had just learned. The betrayal of Elena had hardened something in him, more like shattered whatever remnants of love he once held. He still felt something could blossom if she could change.And now, the return of his estranged brother Santiago had lit a fire in him that threatened to consume everything.Alejandro stood before the cracked mirror in his private chamber at Luz Holdings. His jaw was clenched, his fingers stained with blood, his own, from punching the wall after Santiago’s cruel revelation. His mother had lied to him. Elena had used him. And now Santiago had returned from the dead not as an ally, but as the new face of the enemy.There was a soft knock at the door. Carlos entered quietly, flanked by the ever-silent Mateo."You look like hell," Carlos muttered, scanning Alejandro’s knuckles.Alejandro didn’t respond immediately. His eyes remained locked on his reflection.

The rain had slowed, but the storm had only just begun.Alejandro stood in the great hall of the estate, the echo of his last words hanging in the air like smoke after a gunshot. The silhouettes of his mother, his brother, and Elena remained etched in the shadows as he walked away, his coat drenched, boots heavy with water and resolve. Carlos fell in beside him, silent but ready. Outside, Luz Holdings' private security had secured the perimeter. No one would be escaping unless Alejandro allowed it."What now, jefe?" Carlos asked, his voice low.Alejandro didn't stop walking. "Now we burn the rest of it down. Every lie. Every name. I want files on every Velázquez associate, every off-shore account tied to Joaquín, and every transaction Natalia Rojas touched.""And Elena?""She dies in the dark. Quietly." No emotion in his voice as he spoke.Carlos nodded. "Understood." he always understood.But as they reached the armored vehicle parked near the gate, Alejandro's phone buzzed. A mes

Rain hammered the roof of the old estate like war drums, the rhythm of nature matching the thunder in Alejandro's chest. His eyes stayed locked on the woman standing before him—his mother. Alive. The ghost that haunted his childhood wasn’t a ghost at all. Her face was older now, sharp with wisdom and time, but it held no warmth. No motherly glow. Just power. Cold and calculated. "You've grown," she said, as if they were meeting for coffee, not reuniting after decades of lies. This Bitch! Alejandro took a slow step forward, fists clenched. "You died. Or at least that's what Natalia told me. The car crash, the funeral, the tears are all of it. Lies." he asked hid chest hammering into different directions he did not know what to do. "It had to be done," she replied, voice steady, infuriatingly calm. "To protect you." Like why on earth was everyone at the very of saying they wanted to protect him, protect him from what exactly? Betrayal? be knitting or what exactly? He couldn't h

The room fell into a heavy silence, the kind that made your skin prickle and your instincts scream. Screaming for answers and words spoken for reassurance. Carlos’s words hung in the air like smoke, choking every breath that dared to rise. “They’re coming for you.” Who exactly was coming for him? Alejandro’s eyes darted from Carlos to Joaquín, whose calm facade cracked for just a moment. That moment was enough. “What the hell do you mean they know everything?” Alejandro demanded, stepping toward Carlos. Carlos shut the door behind him, his voice low and urgent. “The data leak. It wasn’t just intercepted, more like it was redirected. Someone inside Luz Holdings has been feeding them intel for months. We traced the signal, it came from inside your inner circle. But that’s not the worst part.” Alejandro’s chest tightened. “What is?” he questioned. Carlos hesitated, then pulled a thin, weathered file from inside his coat. “We had a hard time tracking the origin, but once we d

Sitting at his desk, his thoughts spinning, each one darker than the last. The new revelation, the discovery that someone closer to him, someone who should have been on his side, was playing both sides for sure shook him, it shook him to his core. It wasn’t just the Velázquez family he had to worry about anymore. He had a traitor in his midst. The walls he’d carefully built around himself were crumbling, and every shadow in his life seemed to hide more secrets than he could have imagined. But why?He couldn’t shake the feeling that everything, his relationship with Elena, his feud with Joaquín, his plans to rise from the ashes was being orchestrated by unseen hands. The game was bigger than he thought. And now, it seemed the stakes were higher than ever. His phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message from Carlos, one of the few people he trusted. Alejandro opened it without hesitation. He has to know just what exactly was going on.“I’ve got the data. The transfer of funds fr

Alejandro’s mind raced as he strode away from Elena, the weight of her words still hanging heavily in the air. “You don’t know who you’re up against.” Those words echoed in his head, a constant reminder that everything wasn’t as simple as it seemed. Elena had betrayed him, and yet there was something deeper, something more dangerous lurking beneath the surface. He had been so certain of his plans, so confident in his path to revenge, but now, somehow now—now he wasn’t so sure.His footsteps echoed down the hallway, the sound steady, but inside, his mind was in turmoil. He had been so focused on dismantling the Velázquez family, on exposing Joaquín for the manipulative businessman he was, that he hadn’t stopped to think about the bigger picture. Why was there always a bigger picture he had everything figured. Elena had always been part of that picture, but the revelation of her betrayal, of how deeply she had been involved in this web of lies, had left him feeling like a fool. She

As luck would have it, Ms. Dwindle had been waiting for the call to come from and.She had actually fallen mad in love with the young but muscukar man who looke d so yummy in his down moment when he felt the clothes looked too much.Michael sat in his car with the conference call still ringing in his ears. He could not wait to tell Ms. Dwindle about the meeting, which had gone exceptionally well. He dialled her number, his heart pounding in anticipation. As the phone rang, he adjusted his tie, still amazed at how it had given him a boost in confidence."Hello, Michael," Ms. Dwindle's friendly voice said across the queue. "So, how did the conference go?""It was fantastic," Michael said, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "I have you to thank for that.""Me?" Ms. Dwindle expressed surprise. What did I do?"Remember that bet we made about my first day at the company?" Michael inquired, his voice playful. "You promised that if I could be confident and impress everyone, you would let me t

Elizabeth stormed into her mother's study, her brow furrowed and her lips tightened in frustration. "Mom," she said, her voice agitated, "I have been trying to reach Mike all day, but he has not returned any of my calls or texts." I am starting to get concerned. "What if something happened to him?"Mrs. Anderson looked up from her work, concern flashing through her eyes as she noticed her daughter's distressed expression. "Have you tried contacting any of his friends or colleagues at the chantier?" she inquired, her tone gentle but firm. She, too, was concerned that her plans were crumbling.Elizabeth shook her head, strands of chestnut hair falling loosely around her face. "I haven't, but I doubt they will know where he is. Mike has been distant recently, and I can not shake the feeling that something is wrong. I thought the divorce papers were jokes and what he said, and I expected him to come home right now begging."Mrs. Anderson sighed as she rose from her desk and approached Eli

As Michael readied himself to assume his new position as CEO of the company his father had entrusted to him, Friday morning arrived with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Somewhere deep down, he sensed that he was dreaming, still trying to make sense of it and convince himself that he had moved out of Elizabeth's house and was now waiting for the divorce documents to be finalised.He had received insulting texts and calls from her, to which he had not replied.At one point, it seemed like she was pleading with him, and at another, it seemed like she had returned to the person she was before he left the house.His shoulders were burdened with responsibility as he dressed impeccably, trying to project confidence even as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. These emotions had been in his stomach the day he was going to marry Elizabeth; he felt as though everything was against him and that he could never imagine being married to someone from a wealthy family, whose mother would hard

But Kevin was pretty much obsessed with a couple of women.Elizabeth always wished that Kevin would settle down with her forever because she believed she was the only woman for him. Kevin knew he had the money and would make sure and certain that he used it to get as many women as he wanted.He wished he could have told her right away to concentrate on Mike and, since she had chosen him, probably make his life worthwhile without offending him, but why would he do that? He had to use her as a plot in order to access the properties her father had left before passing away.Since he was in need of affection and was impoverished, Mike was the only one who could handle the antics of the ladies, and Elizabeth and her mother were willing to give him the bullshit they had to offer.He was enjoying his guests' company while lying in bed, but all he wanted was for her to stop calling at this late hour since he would not be able to answer her until the next morning...........After Mike had left

"You cannot request a divorce from me! I am holding that right, Michael." Elizabeth remarked as she attempted to enter the locked guest room."Michael, open this door!" she screamed as she became frustrated that Michael had been courageous. It scared her."Okay! Could we please resolve this, Michael? "Please, let us work things out, my love," she attempted to persuade him with the same words she usually did.She always used those words to make Michael feel even more embarrassed when she was trying to persuade him.Like it had succeeded... She heard from her side his movements and he opened the door.Her facial expression turned into a smirk, but it was stopped when a paper was given to her and Michael packed his bag."What is this?" she asked, refusing to take hold of the paper."Divorce papers" Michael said as he gave her the papers, trying so much for her to touch the papers.Mrs. Anderson crossed her arms and said, "My daughter will not take those papers from you. In case you have

That evening, Mrs. Anderson, his mother-in-law, was waiting for Mike to come home with patience, occupying the same seat that she usually did.After talking to her daughter, she was unable to determine the source of his newly found confidence.The only thing she had ever dreamed of was making Michael's life as miserable as possible so that he would not have the courage to show up at her doorstep prepared to marry her daughter when he had arrived as the impoverished boy ready to wed her.Mike arrived shortly after she finished her second coffee sip, appearing exhausted and failing to acknowledge her as he made his way to his bedroom."Would you hold up? When did this reactions become nofmal? And since when do you come inside my house and ignore me?" She pestered."I apologise and I promise not to do that again. I was a little stressed out." Mike continued to explain what happened when Mrs. Anderson raised her hands to slap Mike in an attempt to seize control of the house.He instinctiv