Name: Lucas Montevecchi De Marchi
Age: 28Birthdate: Novembre 16, 1987Birthplace: ItalyOrigin: ItalianCurrent City: Boston, MassachusettsCurrent Country: United States of AmericaEye Color: BlueHair Color: Dark BrownHeight: 6' ft.Occupation: CEO; De Marchi MerchandiseFather's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive)
Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive)Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)
Allergies: CatsLike/s: FemalesDislike/s: FemalesFear/s: NA----------
Name: Caterina Mari Larionova Santelli
Age: 26Birthdate: Agosto 17, 1989Birthplace: United States of AmericaOrigin: Italian-Russian (American by birth)Current City: Upper East State, New YorkCurrent Country: United States of AmericaEye Color: Orange to Blue IrisesHair Color: Light BrownHeight: 5'5 ft.Occupation: CEO, Founder; (Women, Children and Youths) WCY Rehabilitation INC.Father's Name: Gian Marco Santelli (Alive)
Mother's Maiden Name: Lana Larionova (Deceased)Serious Medical Issues: Acquired Central Heterochromia (Partial), Nyctophobia (In therapy), Prone to Night Terrors and Sleep Paralysis (Untreated)
Allergies: Peanuts
Like/s: MaroonDislike/s: GreenFear/s: DarkThe moment I finished reading the entire contract, I looked for Lucas De Marchi on the internet. I cannot fucking believe that this man had already signed the contract before I did. It makes me think that he's eager for something other than actually saving me and my father from humiliation. The page loaded with a lot of news about Lucas appears. Headlines like, Lucas De Marchi found Hand-in-Hand with former Playboy Model; De Marchi's New girl or New Toy?; Mystery Woman with Mr. De Marchi not so mysterious anymore and; De Marchi caught in a Bar Fight. I don't actually know if Lucas will save me from being an outcast or he'll embarrass the fuck out of me as his new play toy.
When I got inside my room, I ran towards the bathroom and got the first aid kit from the cabinet. The pain became so unbearable tears were running down my eyes and sweat rolled down my temple. I hissed and panted as I looked at my pale face in the mirror. My mother's eyes look back at me with shock and anger. My hair that I earlier tied into a careless bun was now so loose that some strands were raining down to frame my face. I removed my right hand which was earlier cupping my left shoulder. It was covered with blood and I breathed through the pain. I wash my hand with water from the sink and slowly remove my robe. I let it pool down my feet and stare at the eyesore wound in my shoulder. Without thinking and with the last intake of breath, I jam my thumb and my index finger inside. I scream so loud I'm afraid th
I didn't even know what I'd say when I jolted out of bed, and there's fire in my arm. I've overused the word fuck since I got shot, until I was plunging my hands inside the wound. Even in my dreams. I immediately regret sitting up too fast when my shoulder throbbed. I couldn't even think straight. But the dream came flashing back like a wrecking ball swinging back. I don't usually remember the dreams when I wake, but this time was different. Everything was clear and I remember them vividly. Like it was a memory and not a dream. Like a premonition. Lucas fucking De Marchi was haunting me even in my dreams. I shudder at the memory of his voice. It isn't possible for a person to know one's v
When Chase was in the ring and had his trainer's glove ready, I swung my left hand to punch him on his right side. But he was fast. He dodged my punch as he leaned lower left and hit his glove on my left thigh. My knee slumps to the ground, giving him time to elbow me on my shoulder. I grunt. "Concentrate, Caty," Chase pants, bouncing away from me, so proud of his first achievement of the day. How could I concentrate if all I could think of was Lucas, and my anger towards the man I haven’t actually shared a word with was going to be the death of me? "I need you to get a few things for me," I said, gripping my soon-to-be-bruised shoulder and stretching the strained muscles in my neck. Without waiting for a reply, I lunge at him, swinging my uninjured arm for a quick moment before taking it back. With his sudden reaction to move away to the other side, I swing
I am currently sitting on top of the stage confidently and as elegantly as I can despite my uneasy feeling. I was never a great public speaker. Half of the time, I was talking shit, the other half, I was just boasting what I have. Not really a role model material if you ask me. From my point of view, I can see five familiar faces. Two of which are positioned on the entrance door, one on the exit in the right, another in the group of paparazzi, and one on the top balcony as the acting hawk. There are about 200 students in the area; all graduating this June. And it's stupid for their staff to let me have a talk in the second month of the school year. But I take pleasure from it anyway. I like it when I'm the center of attention. "So let's welcome our guest speaker today, one of Time Magazine’s World's Most Influential Women of the Year, the graceful and beautiful Miss Caterina Santelli," one of the staff in
When we finished lunch by 12, I went to my scheduled manicure-pedicure at Tenoverten Nail Salon. I decided to have my previous blood-red nail polish removed and replaced it with expensive French tips.When that was over, we headed over to Harlem for the magazine signing for the Times. I was ecstatic when I heard I'd be on the cover of Times Magazine this month. From the Most Influential Woman of New York to World’s Most Influential Women of the Year. It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. And despite whatever is happening with my relationship with my father, and the contract between me and Lucas, I'm still glad that I get to do these—the things that make me happy and the things that I achieved on my own without the help of my father's profile nor his filthy money.The library was full when we arrived. Chase guided me through the c
I refuse to leave my room simply because I want to defy my father. That was the only thought that ran through my head as I stood outside the balcony staring at the front yard below, drinking a glass full of Cheval Blanc 1947. I'm not a drinker really, but when you have a bottle of one of the most expensive wines in the world just hanging in your wine cellar and a screwed-up future way ahead of you, you just can't resist.The knock came again. It was the third time since my father left 15 minutes ago."Mi dispiace, signora," I'm sorry, ma'am, the small, muffled voice of the maid called from outside. "Tuo padre ti vuole giù,” Your father wants you downstairs
Lucas~*~AstonishedThat was it. That was the right word. I fixed my tie when I left my Benz in the vacant garage. But I wasn't expecting this to greet me by the door. And when I smelled the scent of both coconut and Bourbon on her, I felt like I just hit the jackpot in some sleazy casino in Vegas without actually trying to cheat. Electricity danced between us as we both took each other in.She tried being charming when she opened the door. Her gorgeous outfit made her breasts pop like confetti, the dark fabric, making her alabaster skin glow. Fuck. Her venomous eyes show her cold and charismatic soul. I tried to compose myself, not letting my guard down. Not for the first time when I