My lovely readers
I hope you enjoyed my debut novel and the extra chapters.
I am very happy to have been able to share this incredible journey with you and am currently looking into the possibility of doing a spin-off about Elisabetta and Alexander. If it will work out, you’ll know :D
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In the meantime, I will leave that little sneak peek of my planned sequel below.
Much love,
Shelagh
<3
Caterina and Edoardo have all the luxuries many can only dream of.
As their oldest cousin Massimo takes over the CEO position in their family’s business, the twins want to go to New York and regain the legacy their parents lost by marrying for love.
After traveling to New York under false pretenses, they are ready to take what would belong to them as a birthright.
But as soon as they find themselves between the Monteccos and Capolettis in the huge metropolis, they find out soon enough about where their parents got their stubbornness and temper from.
When Caterina meets a gorgeous man and tells her parents, her father reacts unusually angered towards her, prohibiting her from seeing him.
Will her father let her repeat the story all over again? Also, why did her new crush react strangely as he got to know her last name? And why is her father so set against her dating Leonardo Paridio?
Ginevra The sun beams are the gentle cause I wake up. Stretching in my bed, I get up groggily and get into my in-suite bathroom. After collecting my long black locks into a loose bun, I wash my face quickly before putting on some make-up. I love to highlight my dark-brown eyes with eyeliner, especially as it makes me think that it hides my nose that I perceive as too big. Checking my phone shortly, I crack up at my best friend’s text about her walk of shame back home she had to do this morning. I get out of my room and close my door behind me. Like my room, the entire home where I live with my family is designed in earthy colors, typical for a Mediterranean display. The amount of natural light streaming through the spacious rooms and the archways in eclectic tiles give the immense property the feeling of a cozy vacation home. Unfortunately, it is not. I pass the textured stucco walls decorated with expensive and utterly boring artwork and walk down the marble stairs of my home to
Ginevra “Are you drinking coffee at that time of the day? You’ll get rid of that immediately.” My grandmother speaks in such an outraged tone as if I had been something horribly scandalous and was dragging all the dirt into the house. My Nana, as I have called her since I was a child, is an elegant woman and is always dressed up stylishly. She is usually not really loving and surely reigns her kingdom with an iron fist. It is a miracle I got to actually call her by the silly pet name I had for her until now. Normally, she would have had me trained to call her else already. Her designer clothes just emphasize her authority and there are just a few people in the world that would have the guts to contradict her. And I’m not one of them. I’m not allowed to get back at her as she doesn’t take it as well as my grandfather. So, I hand my cup to a maid that has appeared next to me, for her to pour my delicious mood-enhancer down the drain. “Yes, Nana.” My grandmother is followed by one
Ginevra “What kind of party?” I ask her, looking up at her intrigued. “The Gold Point Finance Holding’s party.” She flashes me a big smile as I stare at her incredulously. “You know that I’m not admitted there, right?” Gold Point Finance Holding is one of the biggest finance companies you could find in this booming city. If there is something screaming big business to finance, you can bet on their involvement. My grandfather once had an immense dispute over the financing of an enormous building site of ours with the group’s CEO, and it didn’t go well for the latter. The entire argument started because of my grandfather’s arch-rival, the head of the Capoletti family, getting involved as other party in the construction deal. As it totally went overboard, it nearly risked the entire finance group falling apart. The moral of the story, it didn’t. And the now most awaited party of the year is tabu for mine as well as the Capoletti-family. Not that I would care about the jerks. My fa
Ruggerio “What do you think about this one?”I look over to my sister’s phone while eating and shrug my shoulders.“This one is nice too!”She groans as I return to my plate.“I know thaaat! But which one is nicer?”“Which one do you like more?”She swipes back a few pictures before she beams up at me.“This one, but in pink.”“Pink? I’m not putting that order through.”She gasps, about to throw a tantrum.“But daddy said you would!”I chuckle as my mother walks through our dining room with flowers in her arms. She must have freshly cut them in the garden.“Elisabetta, let your brother eat in peace!”She disappears out of the room still cursing in Italian about how my sister would end up giving me a bad stomach by stressing me out while eating. Elisabetta groans again and gets out of her chair pouting.“I’ll call Alfredo tonight. Get you your pink Urus.”My heart bleeds at the sole thought of it but is quickly mended as she hugs me like the whirlwind she is.“Thank you, thank you, th
Ginevra I want to throw up on the table badly as Tommaso fake laughs at my father’s joke. At least he is diplomatic. I’m sitting in a noble restaurant between my father and my mother and trying not to look sick at this grotesque situation. Tommaso is indeed a tall and slender man with the smallest lips I’ve ever seen. Labbra da traditore, as Nina would say. Like me, he must have been pressed into wearing something screaming wealth and so he is wearing a light blue tailored suit with a dark blue satin tie and is sitting between his parents. I was convinced all would be going well but as I’m sitting in front of him trying to make casual conversation my heart sinks more and more. My pondering on the question of what would be wrong with him, that even with all that money, he would need an agency to be married to someone, gets even worse as I want to gag at his honied voice. Well, just like me… I push down the urge to sigh deeply, not wanting to be punished by my mother as soon as
Ruggerio Walking through the building site of the skyscraper our client is planning in this million-strong metropolis, I barely follow the conversation he is having with us about the upcoming steps to take. I’m glad that Frank is managing it perfectly as I stand next to the little group as if it’s how it was supposed to be. Thanks God for my poker face. As I check my watch for the umpteenth time, Frank finds a moment of distraction to nudge me. He lifts his helmet, passing his hand through his sand-blond hair before putting it back on. “Just go, I can close it up.” I frown but he insists, “Just strip it off like a band-aid. Go pick up the asshole and get back. Let’s watch the game tonight and all will be fine again.” “Thank you, Bro!” I take my leave, bid my goodbyes to the client and his entourage, and rush out of the building. Tearing the helmet off my head, I throw it to the guard at the exit of the site. “Thanks, Paul.” *** Steering into the traffic, I have the boxes b
Ginevra Standing in my Nana’s boutique, I’m talking to a customer while Nina is cashing in another. The little ding at the door announces the entrance of a new costumer and I recognize a regular. She has her light brown hair tied in an elegant ponytail and is wearing a yellow summer dress. The big loop earrings swing as she spots me with a big smile. My interest gets captured by the gorgeous hulk getting in after her. His broad shoulders and muscular body contrast with her petite frame. His clenched jaw outlines his strong jawline and I’m nearly saddened by the fact that sunglasses are hiding his eyes. Good heavens. I wave at her to greet her, and to also rip me out of my trance. I finish talking with the lady in front of me and as she decides on a bag, I invite her to the counter to pay. As I’m packaging the designer bag with tissue paper, Nina scoffs next to me. I follow her gaze to the newly arrived couple and get back to tie a bow out of a colorful ribbon. I thank the elderly w
Ruggerio “Aaaaaah, and this one. Look at this.” Frank holds up his phone to me, showing me a tanned beauty posing in a bikini. “Nice.” “Looks like there will be a lot of hot babes at the party.” I hum approvingly as he shows me another picture of a blonde posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in a mini dress. As every year the young and rich are posing about getting their ticket on social media. And like every year, Frank and I go through the posts to see if we would spot the hottest ones in their masks. Normally, I would be on fire to see the girls, but something has been bothering me since I got out of that demoniac shop with my sister. “Can you believe she has been doing this for years?” Frank groans, repositioning himself in his seat. “She walks around with their family crest!” “You have to let it gooooo.” He sighs desperately and shows me yet another picture. “Concentrate on this.” “I don’t do brunettes.” Chuckling, he swipes to another picture of a blonde and grins.