Novels by Silverfox

~~Oriana~~The moment I stepped out of the car, every conversation around me seemed to fade.Dozens of eyes turned my way.Some curious.Some surprised.Some simply watched.I fought the urge to turn around and get back into the car. This wasn't my world.The driver stepped aside, silently gesturing toward the entrance.I took a deep breath and walked in.The marble steps led to a double door that stood open as though they had been waiting for me all along.Inside was even more breathtaking.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling filling the room with a warm golden glow. Fresh white roses decorated every corner soft music played somewhere in the background while men in expensive suits and women dressed in elegant gowns chatted with glasses of champagne in their hands.It looked like a party.Not a loud one.A classy one.The kind where everyone smiled politely while secretly judging everyone else.I looked around, trying to find a familiar face.Nothing.Not Ciro.Not Rosa.Nobody.

~~Author’s pov~~A knock echoed softly through the bedroom."Mistress?"The voice floated through the haze of sleep.Another knock followed, gentler this time."Mistress Oriana?"Oriana stirred beneath the blankets her brows knitting together. She wasn't ready to wake up. The bed was too warm, the pillow too soft and for once there were no nightmares chasing her.She groaned into the pillow."I'm awake..." Her voice came out muffled, barely convincing.She heard a quiet giggle from the other side of the door. "I don't think you are."Oriana sighed dramatically before forcing one eye open."This is harassment."Silence."...Respectfully."Another giggle."I'll come back later if you'd like.""No, no..." Oriana pushed herself up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "I'm coming."Her shoulder protested slightly as she climbed off the bed but it was nowhere near as painful as before.She shuffled toward the door still half asleep and pulled it open.Nica stood outside with a shopping bag in her

~~Author's Pov~~Oriana remained seated in Ciro's study long after her call with Cassandra ended. Her phone rested on the polished mahogany desk while she stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens.The afternoon sun had gone higher into the sky, It washed everything in warm gold while a gentle breeze stirred the flowers below. Everything looked… Normal. She still hadn't gotten used to that.Few months ago, the biggest problems in her life had been court cases, court cases and convincing Cassandra that instant noodles weren't a proper dinner. Now she lived in a villa overlooking the Venetian countryside, married to a mafia boss. Life really had an odd sense of humor.A soft knock sounded against the open study door pulling her out of her thoughts.Nica stood there balancing a silver tray in both hands."I thought you might like some tea, Mistress."The sweet aroma reached Oriana before the tray did. Chamomile tea and some biscuits."You have excellent timing."

~~Oriana~~Breakfast at the villa was... Always normal, considering the fact that I lived with one of the most feared mafia bosses in Italy, I had expected breakfast to involve armed guards standing behind chairs, dramatic meetings over coffee, or someone casually announcing they'd buried a body before sunrise.Instead…There were pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee, tea and toast and Rosa stealing bacon from Ciro's plate."I saw that," Ciro said without looking up from the tablet in his hands."I don't know what you're talking about.""You literally reached across the table.""I was checking the quality.""You checked it with your mouth.""It passed inspection." Rosa smiled innocently.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. These two were unbelievable. Ciro finally closed the tab and looked at his younger sister."You've been living with me for twenty two years.""And?.""And you still steal my food.""I know.""You could ask.""I could.""But?" He asked."But stealing y

~~Author's Pov~~The following morning arrived peacefully. Which, unfortunately, was usually a bad sign because nothing in Oriana's life stayed peaceful for long.Sunlight spilled through the large windows of Ciro's bedroom, painting golden streaks across the sheets.Oriana stirred, then groaned. Then immediately buried her face deeper into the pillow.No.Morning was canceled. Someone could try again tomorrow. A warm chuckle sounded beside her.Her eyes snapped open.Ciro.Right.She wasn't dreaming. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't even in her bed, she was in his bed, with him.The realization made her freeze for approximately three seconds before she slowly looked down. His arm still around her waist.Possessive, comfortable like it belonged there and unfortunately...It didn't feel wrong.That was the real problem."You've been awake for five minutes." Ciro said.Oriana immediately glared."You were watching me sleep?"His lips twitched."You were making faces.""I was not.""You

~~Oriana~~Night time came much faster than I expected or maybe the day had simply been too exhausting.One minute I was sitting on Ciro's bed trying to process the fact that I now apparently lived in his room. The next, the sun was gone.The villa had quieted and Ciro had disappeared. Well not disappeared, after that phone call, he and Rosa had left almost immediately.No explanations.No details.Just a brief, "I'll be back later." Which wasn't suspicious at all. I stared at the closed bedroom door for a moment before sighing. Being married to a mafia boss was honestly terrible for curiosity.Nobody told me anything.Everyone knew things.Nobody explained things and somehow I was expected to simply accept that.Rude much.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“The door is opened.” I said.Nica entered carrying a tray. The second she saw me sitting up, her face brightened."Mistress.""There you are."She smiled."I brought dinner."My stomach immediately betrayed me by growling.Nica's s