ログインMARCELLO “Uncle Vaka, meet my fiance, Marcello,” Tonia said, sweetly.Don Vaka's lips curled into a slight menacing smirk, disbelief creeping to his face and likewise mine.“Ahahahah,” a menacing laugh erupted out of his lips as his gaze narrowed on me. “Its such a small world! Don't you think, Marcello?”I lowered my gaze, not that I was intimidated by his presence but because things were getting more complicated. I had thought about talking to her uncle about ending the engagement even before it started but now, I don't even know where this was heading to.“Do you know eachother?” Nonnetta asked, her gaze drifting from him to me.“No,” I said, quickly.“Yes,” Don Vaka replied, the edge of his lips curling into a mocking smile.Without thinking, I stretched forth my hand to him for a handshake so as to wave off the awkwardness in the air. “It's nice meeting you, Uncle Vaka,” I said between gritted teeth.I couldn't allow him to say things that shouldn't be said, not in front of Nonn
MARCELLO “Give me a few minutes, Nonnetta,” I said, almost quietly, trying to avoid gritting my teeth due to the pain in my abdomen. “I'm in the middle of something.”“Don't take long, Marcy,” she said, voice soft but edged with urgency.My gaze drifted to Solane, who was now holding a towel out for me, “You would need to clean up really well of you don't want Nonnetta to see you covered in blood,” she said,I sighed,one hand resting against my injury, as my heart warmed at her thoughtfulness. I collected the towel from her then entered the bathroom to change my clothes.****By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, Solane was no longer in the room. I walked out of the study room after making sure that my body was well covered, the last thing I wanted was for Nonnetta to see the scratches and injury on my body.I walked to the direction of the living room where Nonnetta and the visitors were. “Chello!” Tonia's voice rang across the hallway happily as she came running to me, wrappi
CHAPTER 37Solane My gaze hovered over the message again, reading it over as if there were more to read. I let out a shaky breath as my heart pounded against my chest, coupled with the heaviness I have been feeling since my father was murdered.My lips curled into a fulfilling smile knowing that my father would be able to finally rest in peace but… something seemed to be wrong. My smile faded as I had expected to be overjoyed after avenging my father's death but right now I felt as if a large dark hole had formed in my heart. I felt empty instead of happy.I lowered my weight into the bed, heavy with thoughts, “What's wrong?” I muttered to myself.‘You had better get up and leave here real quick before his men find out that you were behind this,’ a thought dropped in my mind, making me jolt up from the bed.I hurried out of the room since I had nothing to pack up, my eyes scanning the hallway before walking through, just to make sure that I leave without being seen by others.I exhal
Marcello Riso hurried to my side as soon as I stepped down from my car, chest raising and falling slightly as he walked beside me.“Who's he?” I asked, my voice clipped with authority and command.“Mano,” he replied quietly.As soon as we got to my office, I began to create a plan. Mano was suspected to be the first solid lead on this case so I wouldn't want him to slip off my hands. “How many of the men know of this?” I asked, brows furrowed, as I lowered my weight into the chair.Riso powered me a drink and then lighted my cigarettes as we got to work. “Two of our men, Marco and Paola, knew this, including me,” he said, his jaw tightening.“We would go discreet with this plan because we don't know how many of them are in our midst,” I said, my tone cold and calculated as the weight of the words hung in the air. “Give orders to the other two discreetly, they can't know about this plan until we get answers from the spy.”“Noted Boss.”“What were your suspicions?” I asked, my voice a
Marcello “Five days time? That's too close. Why the rush Nonnetta?” I said, frowning and running a hand through my hair in frustration.Her brow knitted, “We have had this discussion before now, Macy. We aren't going back to the same thing we have discussed over and over again,” she said, My tongue ran over my dry lips, “I don't think it would be possible, Nonnetta! I have a lot going on during this period and can't afford to add a non-significant one to it,” I said, hoping that she would at least understand my point.“Why Macey? Why are you bent on giving me my grandchildren? How could you say marrying was insignificant?” She demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and disbelief.“No,ma. I didn't mean it that way. The problems that have to be solved require absolute attention and a wedding would only slow it down,” I explained, trying to get her to understand the situation.“That’s not an excuse, Macey. A man comes across problems in every phase of life and would still do
Solane I sat up on the bed and my gaze drifted across the room, it wasn't my room, I was in Marcello’s room and on his bed. For a moment, the fear of being caught gripped my heart. I cannot imagine the punishment Marcello would give me if he found out that I sneaked a gun and phone into his house. I straightened on the bed. Wait a minute, even if he finds it, it wouldn't be traced to me, right?“How are you feeling, Sol?” He asked, his voice low and careful, searching my face.My eyes widened in surprise at his words, throwing my expectations off. My gaze softened as I feigned ignorance despite the rapid beat of my heart. “I…I feel better,” I said, my throat dry as the words rolled off my tongue.“Are you sure?” He said, placing his palm over my forehead to feel my temperature.My eyes flickered to his, disbelief crossing my heart even though it was happening right before my eyes. I nodded slightly, “Yes,” I muttered, wondering who the person standing before was, not that it was a


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