FAZER LOGINIn the glittering heat of Baghdad, archaeology expert Valentina Bianchi is sold into a marriage of convenience to the one man she has every reason to hate: the cold, ruthless billionaire Raffaele Ricchezza. Forced into a legal union to secure Raffaele’s ten-billion-dollar inheritance, Valentina harbors a secret agenda, to infiltrate the Ricchezza empire and uncover the truth behind her father’s mysterious death. But the “deal with the devil” quickly spirals into a lethal game of obsession and ancient secrets. As Valentina and Raffaele hunt for orichalcum, a mythical substance capable of changing the world, they are hunted by the Saffron Veil and the mercenary who pulled the trigger on Valentina’s past. From the ruins of Mesopotamia to the Andes of Peru, the line between revenge and desire blurs. Valentina must decide if she can trust the man who bought her, or if the fire of her vengeance will burn them both to the ground.
Ver mais"Trissy, please don't send any messages to Lucas late at night. He's my husband."
Trissy was Lucas' first love, but she had married Lucas' elder brother, Max. Since Max died, Trissy had been pestering Lucas all the time. That troubled Jessica a lot, so she had to talk to Trissy in person. "Only legally. He is in love with ME. But you don't have to worry. I will make him leave you." Trissy sneered, not taking what Jessica said seriously. Today was the dinner for the announcement of the new CEO of the Thomas Group, the most famous enterprise in LA, to take over the affairs of the group. Justin Thomas, the original CEO, Lucas' grandfather, announced that the new CEO is Lucas in front of the entire upper—class circle in LA. Suddenly, the banquet was interrupted by some servants out in the garden. "Help! Help! Jessica and Trissy fell down the stairs!" People hurried to the garden. Before everyone else could react, Lucas had already picked up Trissy, who was unconscious on the floor. However, Lucas ignored his wife, Jessica, who was lying on the cold ground. Instead, Lucas carried Trissy and left without looking back. People finally came to their senses too and followed Lucas to the villa. After a long time, Jessica gradually came to her senses, she realized that she was lying on the cold ground. People had all left. Nobody cared about her life at all. Ever since married Lucas, Jessica had gotten used to being ignored by the Thomas family. Holding her sore arm, Jessica prepared to go back to her room to shower and check for cuts, but she had only reached the stairs when Lucas called out to her. "You are so vicious! How could you push Trissy downstairs? Don't you know she's ill?" Lucas looked at Jessica coldly. Jessica's whole body was full of dust. "How is Trissy? Lucas, listen to me. I didn't push her." Jessica explained eagerly. "Before she fainted, she said it was you that pushed her, and then she dragged you, that's why you both fell down the stairs together. I don't believe Trissy would lie." Lucas said angrily. "I didn't do that. Why don't you believe me?" With her eyes turning red, Jessica looked at Lucas sadly. "Isn't it just because Trissy was about to fall at the beginning of the party and I helped her, and you were jealous and looking for her to settle the score? Well I don't want to hear your sophistry. Keep your made—up story to Grandpa." Lucas ignored the despair in Jessica's eyes. He stood up and pulled Jessica's arm, intending to take her to the meeting room. As the most beloved grandson of Justin Thomas as well as the future heir of the Thomas Group, Lucas had always been impartial. Besides, Lucas hated Jessica, his wife, a lot. "I can walk by myself." Jessica got rid of Lucas' hand with her painful arm. "Then follow up." Lucas didn't give Jessica a second look. He turned around and walked quickly to the meeting room. Looking at Lucas' tall figure from the back, Jessica felt she was overwhelmed by sorrow. She used to be so obsessed with Lucas, yet Lucas hated her so much. The announcement procedure of the new CEO was interrupted. Justin was furious. Thus, when Justin saw Jessica walk in, he directly threw his mug over. The hot coffee splashed all over Jessica. Jessica couldn't help but cry out in pain. Justin yelled at Jessica, "You son of a bitch." Jessica asked calmly, "I don't know what I've done wrong." Justin looked at Lucas angrily and said, "Lucas, are you waiting for me to explain to your wife?" "If you can't calm Grandpa down today, I'll divorce you." Lucas kicked Jessica in the knee, causing her already painful legs to sit limply on the ground because they couldn't take the force. "I am your wife! How can you do this to me?" Although Jessica knew that Lucas did not love her, she could not bear it when her husband, to whom she had been married for three years, was so merciless to her. Jessica felt a sharp pain in her knees, even though it was far less than the pain in her heart. "Jessica, if you confess to Trissy and are willing to accept punishment, I may still allow you to stay in this house," Justin said to Jessica. "I already said that I didn't push Trissy, so I won't apologize." Before Jessica could finish, Justin had already thrown another mug over. The mug shattered on the ground, and the shards hit Jessica, but she did not move. "Lucas, I hope you can persuade your wife. For God's sake, Trissy is still in a coma in the hospital. What a poor child!" Justin stood up and left the meeting room.Valentina’s POV The air at Machu Picchu was crisp, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as the Andes mountain gave a stunning backdrop. Red flowers dotted the terraces, a vibrant reminder of the garden of madness we hid from the world, just like the inca did too. The petals were now a promise of renewal. Dhia and Ghait scampered ahead, their laughter echoing off the cliffs and stones, while Raffaele held my hand, his warmth steadying me against the memories this place stirred. Professor Calancha led the way, his weathered face alight with pride, while Kaifeng Lei trailed us, his presence sparking a blend of amusement and tension. “Taitai!” Kaifeng exclaimed, his grin wide as he adjusted his sunglasses. “Didn’t expect you back in Peru so soon. And with the whole family, how charming!” I laughed, catching Raffaele’s eye-roll. “Yeah, well, we figured it was time to show the kids where their story began. Plus, I couldn’t resist these views.” Kaifeng winked, undete
Valentina’s POV The Ricchezza headquarters buzzed with energy, its glass and steel facade glinting under Baghdad’s searing sun. Inside, the air was cool, sharp with the scent of polished wood, lavender and ambition. I stood in the lobby with Kareem and Nabil, my hand playfully buffing Kareem’s shoulder. “Remember those artifacts you chased all the way to France like a madman? We finally found them. Our lawyers leaned hard on Tariq, and he cracked and spilled everything about their location.” Kareem’s grin stretched wide, his dark eyes gleaming. “Thank God. That was the biggest failure of my career. I was gutted, running around Basra, dodging bullets, only to come up empty-handed.” I laughed, nudging him. “Well, at least you didn’t get shot. Got to stretch those legs, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good times, Mrs. Ricchezza. All the bullets we’ve dodged together.” Nabil smirked, leaning against the wall, his suit crisp. “You two love the thrill of dan
The sun dipped low over the Persian Gulf, casting a warm amber glow across the waves that lapped gently at the shore. Valentina walked beside me, her hand clasped firmly in mine, her fingers intertwining with a quiet strength that still took my breath away. Lorenzo padded along next to us, his golden mane catching the fading light, his massive paws sinking into the soft sand with each step. He glanced up at Valentina occasionally, as if checking on her, his amber eyes reflecting the same protective instinct I felt deep in my bones. She reached out with her free hand, brushing through his mane, her touch light and affectionate. “You’re such a loyal mischievous pet, aren’t you?” she murmured to him, her voice soft against the lapping of the sea. I squeezed her hand, pulling her a little closer. “He’s not the only one. You’ve got us both wrapped around your finger, amore.” She smiled up at me, her dark eyes sparkling despite the faint lines of exhaustion etched around them. H
Valentina’s POV Lorenzo stretched out at the foot of my bed, his massive paws draped across my ankles as though daring the world to disturb me. My lion had become more clingy with each passing week of my pregnancy. Two regal protectors, him and Raffaele. I stroked his mane, feeling amused. “Two lions fighting to protect me in this house,” Jokes aside, I was exhausted. Pregnancy wasn’t as glamorous as people made it out to be. No glowing aura, no effortless energy, just swollen feet, an aching back, and a constant reminder that two tiny lives were pressing against every rib. I rubbed my belly, breathing slow. At least they’re healthy. That’s all that matters. Raffaele supported my back, helping me sit up. “Can you please help me with the slippers, dear?” I asked, my voice soft but tired. Raffaele appeared with my slippers in hand. “Come, amore. Let me help.” I lifted my feet awkwardly, my back aching. “Please. I can’t bend anymore without feeling like I’ll topple.”
Valentina’s POV The Persian Gulf shimmered outside the window of the Ricchezza beach house on the Al Fawa Peninsula, its gentle waves lapping against the shore. I had finally found some agency after being sold, hunted, and betrayed and justice was finally served with Camilla and Tariq in cuffs.
Camilla’s POV The sun beat down on my luxury villa in Baghdad, its rays glinting off the infinity pool like a sheet of molten glass. I lounged on a cushioned sun bed, my soft platinum curls spilling over a straw-suncap, the brim shielding my eyes as I sipped a fizzy drink, its orange umbrella b
Kareem’s POV The night air outside Ricchezza Headquarters was thick with the scent of diesel and dust, the distant hum of Baghdad’s streets barely audible over the wail of police sirens fading into the distance. Tullio was in cuffs, being hauled away, but his confession still burned in my mi
Raffaele’s POV The world spun in a haze of salt water and chaos as Valentina pulled us through the spirit gate—a swirl of ethereal light that yanked us from the crumbling Atlantean chamber back to the deck of the Aquila with the help of astral projection. The boat tilted violently, groaning u


















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