Rafael Solano Novels & Stories

My breath left me slowly. "Rafael Belmont, Alpha of the North Crescent Pack, has stepped back into the public eye after five years of complete silence. Upon his return six months ago, he founded the Belmont Companies, growing its stock by three hundred and sixty percent. He is set to take the position of Alpha Chairman this month and will launch a new company this week." The anchor's voice faded into background noise. I hadn't thought about Rafael Belmont in years. I'd tried very hard not to. And yet here he was, filling the screen like he'd never left, like five years was nothing, like I hadn't spent the better part of my teenage years completely undone by the thought of him.

“And your conditions?” Rafael turned slightly, already preparing to leave mentally, even if his body stayed still. “I work alone,” he said. “Or with people I choose.” A beat. “And I don’t take orders.” The Secretary studied him carefully. “That’s acceptable,” he finally said. Rafael gave a faint, almost humorless smile. “Good.” Then his tone sharpened slightly. “Because whoever framed us…” His eyes darkened. “…is going to regret choosing De Luna as their target.”

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

“Peaceful passing. Sudden cardiac event. Confirmed as natural. Private medical review. Details confidential.” Rafael’s expression didn’t change much, but something deepened behind his eyes. “You don’t like that wording,” he said. Dianne kept her tone even. “It’s very… polished.” “Polished like a lie,” he murmured. She looked at him. “Or polished like an institution trying to protect itself.” Rafael held her gaze for a long moment. Then, quietly, “Who was he.” She looked down at the name again. Alejandro V. Salcedo.

Rafael's bar in the Philippines is the main branch but it is located in LA. Rafael is a top model and a great Chef. Its bar ownership is just a pastime. Its income from the bar is donated by all to various orphanages and homes for the aged. "Tsk!" He drank the glass of wine he put down. "What is it? Looks like you got into a fight ah," "Don't mind me." "Come on, tell me. Maybe I can help." "I don't need your help. I just came here to get drunk." "It's easy though."

“I’m not mad about it. Honestly?” “Honestly?” “I’m relieved.” “Relieved because…?” “Rafael has been a virgin his entire life,” he said. “By choice. Saving himself for someone he actually gives a damn about.” “You’re joking.” “Dead serious.” His lips twitched. “He decided when we were in college that he wouldn’t waste his first time on some forgettable night. He’s annoyingly principled that way.” Cold and composed Rafael, always watching everything, the way he talked to Mama Cortez and clicked his pen when he was thinking. The idea of him choosing Maya—loud, bright, soft‑heart chaos—made me feel a mix of warmth and weirdness.

A strange man who suddenly becomes her adventure companion. Rafael's life is very mysterious. Even more mysterious than Veronica's family, which is a member of the United States political leadership. At first, Cheryl thought that Rafael only had a simple restaurant in Queens, but it turns out that he has many well-known restaurant branches throughout the United States, even some of which are in Europe, which is the center of Europee WGR. Not only a restaurant, but Rafael also leads the Frederich Corp company, which is one of the largest mining companies in the United States. The company was in first place in the Americas after the Alejandro family removed their name from the world's largest

"I know you keep saying he's reliable but he seems like the type to get distracted easily. For all we know, he might hit on Alpha Grey himself." "First of all, Rafael isn't a dog," he replied. "He only hits on "beautiful people" in his own words, and Alpha Grey is a long way from that. He's hideous, both inside and outside. Second, he does get distracted easily but Rafael is arguably the most successful Alpha financially, and second most powerful, combat wise within our region. Your Alpha is an anomaly and you guys aren't exactly within our region. My point is that, he wouldn't be as successful as he is if he wasn't reliable."

He only needed the man sitting a few seats away to notice him, just like he had from the very start. Especially because Lorenzo had bet on the rival horse just to get his attention. "Patriarch Greco, I think you’ll owe me a few thousand!" the King’s Beta rose from his leather chair, unable to help himself, almost coming in his pants just because Sapphire Wind was in the lead. "So it seems, Mr. Grimal," Lorenzo replied with fake annoyance, then calmly lifted the wine to his lips. The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out.

While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver. “Now, I did say the family is invited David, and whether you like it or not, Narissa is a part of this family even if she is or isn’t your first born, she is Sophia's sister and Sophia is our son's mate. So can we please just sit through a meal, and if you want to kill each other after fine, but I want one meal together before that.” the Luna moved from her seat, walking towards Sophia and I. “You both are welcome here tonight, come sit and let's eat.” She leads us towards the table, shooting David daggers in warning him to try and throw another tantrum.