Valentina Luca, a struggling artist, marries the enigmatic billionaire Marco Lorenzo, who only married her simply because of her beauty and appealing appearance. Despite her efforts to win their approval, Valentina faces constant scrutiny and rejection from Marco’s family, particularly his formidable mother Francesca, who deems her unsuitable due her background. When pressured by his family, Marco agrees to divorce Valentina and pursue a relationship with Isabella Alessandro, a wealthy heiress recommended by his parents. Valentina discovers a secret about her parentage from her mother, Sofia—a revelation that alters the course of her life. Fabio Matteo, Valentina's billionaire father, reveals himself. Fabio, desperate for an heir and previously unwilling to acknowledge Valentina due to societal pressures, now recognizes her after a DNA test confirms their relationship. He bequeaths his vast fortune to her before passing away, instantly making Valentina the wealthiest woman in Italy. With newfound power and wealth, Valentina's former in-laws and Marco Lorenzo seek her forgiveness and return, begging for another chance. As she navigates her new reality as Italy's most prominent figure, Valentina must decide whether to forgive the past and embrace a new future, including a potential reconciliation with Marco Lorenzo or forget about him and give her new billionaire admirer, William James a chance.
View MoreMy consciousness slowly seeps back into my senses and the room starts to swims into focus. My head throbs, each pulse sending jolts of pain through my skull. The voices around me, initially distant and indistinct, gradually sharpen into clarity.“I think he is awake,” Sophia’s familiar voice says, cutting through the haze.“He had better be,” another voice responds, sharp and authoritative.“Mrs. Matteo, please, let’s maintain some composure. Marco has been through a traumatic experience,” a third voice interjects, clearly belonging to Becca.“Who are you again? Becca, my grandchild was kidnapped right in front of your son’s apartment and you ask me to be calm? He is my very first suspect and both of you better pray that she is found unharmed.”“Nonna please, my baby will be found. Let's give them a bit of space while we go and get the detective and the doctor.”The names Mrs. Matteo, register dimly in my foggy mind, stirring memories of Valentina’s family. But why am I here, and what
The silence of my room envelops me like a heavy blanket, this is what makes me yearn for my mom’s place rather than me staying in my own house. The loneliness that comes after my work hours is second to none. My thoughts drift inevitably to Chiar,a it is getting close to a week now and she isn’t back from Greece. I pick my phone and leave her a text message about she leaving me for a man she barely knows and how that’s against sister code. I smile as I send the text, I can imagine her face as she reads the text. I miss her actually. My thoughts flit to Marco, I’ve not heard anything about him since I got back, there’s nothing in the news and tabloid about him which should be a good sign but it still makes me worry.I can not shake the feeling of unease that settles over me since our last encounter, the memory of our heated argument still fresh in my mind.I wonder what he’s doing now? How is he coping and handling things without his father’s money and influence?I know that I need to
As Becca sets the dining table, I begin clearing up in the kitchen, but she interrupts me."I said I'll handle that. Go put yourself together; they'll be here any moment now," she insists."I'm almost done," I protest, not wanting to leave her with all the work."Marco Lorenzo!!!" she exclaims, using my full name to emphasize her point."Wow, I'm off. Please don't forget the wine," I say with a grin, heading out of the kitchen."Done," Becca confirms, her voice trailing after me.I quickly tidy myself up and make my way to the living room just as the doorbell rings. Becca flashes me a knowing smile as she goes to answer it."Hey, Marco!" Giovanni greets me with a warm embrace as he enters, followed by Flora."Hey, Giovanni. Flora, it's good to see you," I reply, returning the embrace."Thanks for having us over," Flora says with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement."It's our pleasure. Come on in," I say, gesturing for them to follow me to the dining table.“We brought wine,” G
When the doorbell rings the second time, I quickly hasten my steps to answer it, my heart fluttering with excitement at the sight of James standing on the doorstep. His warm smile lights up his face as I greet him, relief washing over me at the sight of his familiar presence."James, it's so good to see you," I say, stepping aside to welcome him into the house. "Please, come in."James step over the threshold into the house, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he takes in my eager expression. "Valentina, it's always a pleasure," he replies, returning my smile with one of his own as he wraps me up in a warm hug.“It’s been a while since I saw you, last I heard you were exploring the beaches of Santorini.”“It’s been a while I saw you too, you seem to be doing a great work of avoiding the tabloids this days. And I don’t know about any explorations.”“Mio Caro, I try to be out of the tabloids to the best of my ability, I’m as surprised as you are that my pictures have not been splashe
“Your first sales are very impressive, Marco. I'm genuinely proud of you. It seems everything you lay your hands on turns to gold, and this venture is no exception,”Becca remarks, a beaming smile of pride adorning her face.I smile contented at the progress obtained from my first exportation. “You realize I can’t be the public face of this business indefinitely, don’t you?”“Yes, I’m aware. Once we’ve established ourselves in the oil market and garnered massive positive customer reviews, I’ll be able to step into the spotlight,” I reply.“That’s reassuring.”“Thank you, Becca. You’ve become family to me. I’m grateful for your unwavering support, both for Aurelio and myself. I’m not quite sure how to repay your kindness.”“You and your brother have done more than enough.”“I’m willing to do more. Just tell me what you need, and if it’s within my capabilities, consider it done,” I assure her, eager to reciprocate her generosity.“Are you sure?”“Yes,” I respond firmly, meeting her gaze
The afternoon sunlight streams through the windows of my childhood home, casting warm pools of light on the cozy living room where I sit with my mother. Despite the familiar surroundings and the comforting presence of my mother, I can not shake the feeling of unease that grips me in the aftermath of the cryptic call from Mr. Russell.While we sit together, sipping tea and exchanging stories, I try to push aside the gnawing sense of dread that lingers at the edges of my consciousness. I regal my mother with tales of my recent vacation in Santorini—the sun-drenched beaches, the charming villages perched on cliffsides, the mouthwatering cuisine that tantalized the taste buds.My mother sits listening with rapt attention, her eyes sparkling with interest as I paint a vivid picture of the idyllic island paradise. She has always been my confidante, my rock in times of trouble, and I cherish the opportunity to share my adventures with her."It sounds absolutely divine, darling," she says, he
As I recount my recent experiences to Giovanni—selling off my old cars and preparing for production to start—I sense his genuine pride in my progress."I admire your dedication," he remarks. "Once production begins, the rewards will be massive.""I can hardly wait," I reply eagerly.“And Becca? Did her presence make a difference?” Giovanni inquires.“Yes, surprisingly,” I admit. "She kept reminding me it's all part of the healing process."“It's great that she's decided to stay and support you,” Giovanni says. “Having her as your inside man will be great.”"I couldn't agree more," I say, feeling grateful. "Although it comes with a price—I'll be starting therapy soon.""That's a positive step," Giovanni assures me. "Having someone to talk to can make all the difference."“I hope so,” I respond, a hint of skepticism lingering in my tone. “I just hope it's worth my time.”“It will be,”Giovanni assures me confidently. “But before we head back, do you mind if we make a quick stop at the
The hum of the jet’s engines fades into the background as we touch down at the airport in Italy, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me even as I gather my belongings and prepare to disembark. It's been a long journey from Greece, but I'm finally back on familiar ground, ready to face the situation at the office as soon as possible.As I step off the jet, I'm met by Alberto, who stands very close by with a concerned expression on his face. He falls into step beside me, his brow furrowed in worry."Valentina," he says, his voice tinged with relief. "I'm so sorry to have drawn you away from your vacation sooner than expected, but the situation was getting out of hand"I nod, my own concerns weighing heavily on my mind. "I understand, Tell me everything," I say, my tone firm.Alberto launches into a detailed account of the situation with the perfume, his words echoing in my ears as we make our way through the airport. It's clear that the issue is more serious than I had initially thou
“Hello there?” Becca’s voice breaks through my thoughts, accompanied by a playful wave of her hands in front of me.“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, shaking myself out of my reverie.“I’ve been standing here for over a minute,” she says with a hint of amusement.“Sorry, I was lost in thought. You were saying?”“I was just telling you about how sweet your neighbor is. She brought in some homemade pastries while you were out earlier today, and might I add, she’s quite pretty too.”“Really? I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her.”“Indeed. She mentioned she’s tried to say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood a few times, but the gate has always been locked. Today was her lucky day, it seems.”“I’ve been swamped since I moved in, and to be honest, I prefer keeping to myself. One of the reasons I chose this place asides it being close to the vineyard, was for the peace and quiet. Plus, it’s more of trees than actual humans and the owner told me my only neighbor is a model who’s rarely aro
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