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Stazione Milano Centrale
Yemi is four minutes late for the train. She sits sadly on the bench, looking at her wristwatch, waiting for the next train.
"Yemi?" A well-recognized voice called on her.
She turns around in shock. "Boss?" she gets up, glimpsing at Silvio. Suddenly, she trips on the edge of the bench but luckily she falls on Silvio's chest.
This made her feel so embarrassed. "Boss, what are you doing here at the train station?"
He sniffs. "Well, I am heading to the neighboring town, for business purposes." he lied.
Is it true that Silvio is going to th
Unedited! Stazione Milano CentraleYemi is four minutes late for the train. She sits sadly on the bench, looking at her wristwatch, waiting for the next train."Yemi?" A well-recognized voice called on her.She turns around in shock. "Boss?" she gets up, glimpsing at Silvio. Suddenly, she trips on the edge of the bench but luckily she falls on Silvio's chest.This made her feel so embarrassed. "Boss, what are you doing here at the train station?"He sniffs. "Well, I am heading to the neighboring town, for business purposes." he lied.Is it true that Silvio is going to th
Unedited!Angelo growls, he has been calling Yemi's number but it's not accessible, he tried it for the 100th time it was turned off. He looks so frustrated. He breathes deeply and exhales. He dials another number. "This is the only option!" he puts up the phone to his ear.An hour later, he appears at her doorstep. He was looking vibrant like someone who is about to propose but he was just carrying flowers. Yemi unexpectedly opens her window blind then her eyes docked on Angelo, looking all classy as typical, black suit pants, white body hugs long sleeves, and a black Italian shoe, his hair was in a bun in a small ponytail style.Seeing her from the up grandstand, Angelo was excited for her to open the door but it was all in his imagination, she frowns and close the blind, leaving Angelo standing Outside holding the tons of flowers. He felt so angry, he waited outside for extra additional four hours and
23 minutes later, Calisto Valdez sits angrily in his car as his secretary talks to Yemi was looks pissed but tries to ask for more apologies from the Secretary."Please, Lilith, I should talk to him in person!" Yemi begs."Ms. Owolabi, that's everything Manager Valdez wants to say to you, please go home!" Lilith keeps on a straight business face."Eh...But..."Lilith wakes away from her before she could finish her sentence. With a sleek, the car drives off leaving Yemi in annoyance. She slowly turns around to look at Angelo who was standing beside her looking at the floor innocently."Let's just go!" Angelo mutters as h
REMINDERS Before you start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on GoodNovel💋 I really would be lying if I told you about how I imagined this book in my head versus how it came out. The first chapter might make you cringe in confusion but trust me, the more you get to each chapter, you will understand the book better. And I think I did great in creating my imaginary characters. Don't you all think? I immediately thought of making out this disclaimer because I see some stabbing comment coming in my backyard for this book in the future(good ones are included though) I started this story as a handwritten note draft at a young and unsettled age. You might ignore my errors for the time being because
"what if our Cinderella character ends up as Cinderona with no glass slippers and no prince from any castle but instead with a stepmother and a sisters who can do anything to ruin her?""Or what if the man who's not a prince doesn't like what the future has installed for him? A dark skinned CinderOna instead of a Meek skinned Cinderella?"S u m m a r yThe first time Ona Balboa met Donnie Dellucci, a wealthy and mysterious handsome young Italian man, her only wish is to lay once on his bed.But when Adonis (Donnie) Dellucci, first lay eyes on Caitrona Balboa the rural dark skinned lady with the crazy and special ingredients, aloof and cool as him, he couldn't help it but let her be...This is a CinderOna's story, not a Cinderella's with a prince in a castle.A u t h o r s n o t e
Caitrona Balboa first saw Adonis Dellucci when she was fifteen years old and fell in love with him, knowing he's an adult and she was just a teenager. She grew up in a small rural area with her nonna. Her mother was from Africa (An Nigerian by birth), and her father was an Italian, not just an Italian but a well-known business tycoon in fabrics. Her mother, Rhoda Williams, who was claimed by her father Giovanni, was killed by breast cancer, couldn't live to see how bright her daughter was. Ona had been living with her grandma ever since. The first time Ona and Donnie collided was the day Caitrona threw mold on him immediately he stepped out from his car on her way from school, he wanted to get angry at her, but he couldn't because Ona was an unforgettable beauty even though her skin tone was a shade of what nobody would ever imagine.
Immediately I entered the banquet charity room, all eyes were diverted to my dress first, before me. I was putting on a black knee-length dress with my back exposing my bare skin to the waist. My hair was up in a ponytail and a silver stiletto. I felt a little bit embarrassed as I walked down the stairs, and it was not going well with me at all; I was uncomfortable. Everyone dressed in suits and gown and all, but my appearance caught everyone’s attention. Some people didn’t hide their disgust others raised questioning eyebrows at me. My eyes landed on Benita Balboa. The great grandmother of the house. “Someone who came from an unsocial town, what more do you expect from her?” Avala giggles slightly. “Of course, she can't play the part of a Balboa Clan,” Graciela adds. I groaned immediately. I walked closer to the Balboa. “You...” looking at Avala
The force that the lady guard used to push me down to the cold room was unbearable. Grandma Benita immediately stepped on my leg with anger flaming on her face. “Do you admit to your mistakes?” She furiously asked. Hearing this, I hummed with a severe glare. “I am not in the wrong,” I retorted I didn't expect what would happen next—a slap to my salty cheek. I groan. “If you look down on me, then just send me back to Sicily if you have the ability to,” I icily said. “Keep your wishing thinking. No matter how dark your skin is or how African your blood is, you are and will remain one of us, a Balboa. Even though you want to die, you can do that after I've permitted you to do so,” Grandma Benita said to my face. She groaned again and turned around. “Since you don't want to be taught, then you shall be locked u