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Lana
Chapter 13 Lana
One would expect any sensible, emotional, and normal being to at least act surprised and then reflect on his actions. Then again, when you were dealing with a mafia, and a cold-hearted and unfeeling one like Ramos Escobar, his insensitivity scoff wouldn’t be considered as unexpected.
Still on a knee while the other poured out blood, staining the white bandage that was wrapped around it excessively, the aged but dashing mafia had another scoff.
His first wife, and acclaimed first love, could only watch him arise painfully from the marble floor with a blank expression on her face. There was nothing Ramos could do that’d shock her again.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
She knew better than anyone how heartless her husband was – Adeline had become accustomed to it.
The pain was the sole thing noticeable on Ramos’ face when he finally stood on his two feet. Although the shot one shook continuously, he persisted in his stance.
However, he wasn’t some sort of immortal, so had to settle down on the large and unbelievably comfortable bed. Once he settled down on it, his eyes went to glance at the picture in his hand.
A smirk crawled up his lips as his mind recalled their first encounter – her name was Angelique Rome.
A pretty name for a pretty lady.
Truly, she was the embodiment of sexiness, allure, and cuteness; Ramos craved madly for her. Just like he did for Raven.
Then again, Angelique was a rather peculiar lady – she had neither a friend, a loved one nor a family member that he’d use to blackmail her into marrying him.
In the end, after several failed attempts to convince the almost angel–like beauty to be his third bride, Ramos ended up killing her.
He vividly remembered tossing her lifelessly gorgeous corpse into the tank of his killer shark.
A sadistic smile appeared on his face before his lips parted to release a light chuckle – Adeline stared blankly at him.
It was overly sickening how he could laugh at the expense of one’s life – well, what could Adeline expect from an individual that willingly sold his soul to the devil…?
“Oh fuck, I remember her perfectly! Angelique Rome, my dead beauty. Y’know something Ade, society’s fucking morale, the only thing stopping me from marrying her dead body cos man she was hot!” Ramos again laughed but this time, louder, heartier, and to Adeline’s ears, more sadistically.
“You should burn in hell, bastard” Her remark got him grinning widely at her, then he tried to arise from the bed again only to slump helplessly down on it.
The next moment, the sounds of a pair of crystallized heels walking on the lush marble tiles were heard, and Adeline looked over her shoulder.
Only one person existed in this entire place that’d wear such disturbing pairs of footwear – Lana was back.
A figure soon walked into Ramos’s room and at a glance, anyone could decipher that she was extravagantly hot!
With her hairdo being a short curly wave and accompanied by the sultry gown she wore, Lana was capable of arising any sane man.
In her right arm dangled the most expensive luxurious bag which had the worth to buy a whole estate. The price of her entire outfit, ranging from both the slitted sides of the ruby red gown which revealed her flawless thighs, and to her heels, had a maddening worth.
But Lana couldn’t care one bit about the price because I know why. She has her wealthy husband to take care of it.
Her hips swayed amusingly as she walked past the door, but at the sight of a bleeding Ramos, the dark shades fell off her face.
“My fuck! Daddy, what the eff happened to you?” Lana screamed dramatically, then increased her pace to his direction. While she hurled herself on the bed next to him, Adeline rolled her eyes disinterestedly at whatever they were about to speak of.
“Lana, you’re back from the Bahamas already?” Ramos lifted an eyebrow, obviously confused at her quick return. “You’re worried about that? Oh Daddy, don’t. Kimmy informed me about what went down here during your wedding and I had to come take care of you” she responded with a pout of her thickly covered red lips.
Ramos simply smiled at her, then brought his arms to encircle her tiny waist. Effortlessly, he pulled her close before mounting slowly on her.
The next moment was characterized by Ramos placing several kisses on her neck while her soft moans slid from her lips.
“Your…your leg? At least let me treat ’em” With an unsteady breath, she protested only to get two of his fingers dipped roughly and quite forcefully into her mouth.
Lana gagged – the suddenness of his fingers’ invasion got her short of breath, but she was nowhere close to new at this game. Ramos stuck his fingers deeply into her mouth only for Lana’s slimy tongue to swirl erotically around them and he smirked.
Why did he marry Lana? Simple – a slut who captured and fascinated him beyond comprehension, that was Lana.
During a trip of his to Mexico, he requested her just for a one-night stand, then again got the time of his life. As a result, he brought her back to New York, and asked her to be his bride and as expected, she instantly accepted.
Her act of quickness to marry Ramos without any form of hesitancy or shame due to their huge age gap made Adeline loathe her profusely.
There was nothing or no one Adelina resented like Lana – a common gold digger, that was what she’d ever be seen as. But to Ramos…she was more than that.