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
"Gracie, is this a new bag?" "Yes, Chiara, my father has returned, and he bought this one for me, and it's the newest model," she happily replied. I stood at the exit of the mass communication department, looking at how energetic Gracie’s face was. "Graciela, come out," I yelled. The way she immediately dropped the bag out of fright was a divine blessing. She screamed as the leather bag hit the floor. The glare she sent my way was a murderous one. “Because you called me, should I run out? Why should I listen to you?" she angrily said. I sighed. Walking into the lecture room. "Alright then, don't come out," I entered and sat down in front of her and her two friends, Chiara and Sabrina. Chiara hiss, not minding if I am in front of her. "Graciela, why is your stepsister so rude and rough? Only people like you have enough patients to deal with her kind..." Sabrina then rolls her e
What have I done? With my lips still glued to his, I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was staring at me in shock with my lips still on his. Immediatdiately, he pushed me slightly, looking at me awkwardly. He cleared his throat, looking around awkwardly. He cleared his throat again. “I will get someone to take you to the hospital to treat your wound,” He seemed so embarrassed. The way he looked around, not even looking at me for a second. I frowned, still kneeling on the floor from the slight push from him. “I don't want to,” All women in Milan respect and obey me, but only Caitrona Balboa, who has no fear. She is always eccentric and unreasonable. He thought. He blinked awkwardly at me, and I did the same. Immediatdiately I grab him on the leg with my knees to the floor. I scream out, making passersby look at us. “Unless you send me to the hospital yourself, I will rather die than go to the hospital,”
Gianna Lynn is 5'3 in height, slim, and alabaster white with brown eyes and coffee-brown hair that she loves dying green. She's an excellent friend of Caitrona from Sicily who newly moved to Milan for her new job. Gianna frowns. “You scared me. So what exactly happened? How did you fall?” she folds her arm to her chest. Who else could it be? It indeed those devils, I will undoubtedly settle this score with them. But I should not tell Gina for the time being, or else she will worry. She thought. Caitrona fakes a smile. “Don't worry, I am alright,” she showcases her womanly muscles at Gina, “I just fell accidentally, that's all,” Gina furrows her eyes at Caitrona, knowing fully well that her friend is lying. She flicks on Caitrona's forehead with her big thumb. “You've been unconscious for two days, don't force yourself,” she yells angrily at Caitrona like a mother scolding her only child. Caitrona groans in pain as she rubs her