Todos os capítulos de Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

THE VERY NEXT DAY: I gaze upon the grand villa where Don Valentino resides. Its towering iron gate fit for a king's fortress. My hands clench the iron rods with a vice-like grip, making my knuckles turn a ghastly shade of white as I wait patiently for someone to show up and face me. Seconds pass, then minutes, followed by hours. And still, I refuse to leave until I speak with the great Don Valentino, that makes me shiver with fear every time, he is near. I expel the weight of apprehension from my body as I watch one of Don Valentinos’ men exit the villa and make his way toward me. Flicking the lower-right side of his jacket open, the man rests his hand on the gun that is attached to the holster, resting his forefinger on the trigger. “What are you doing here, Miss. Ivy?” He growls in a thick Italian accent that would have sounded hot if he weren’t working for the enemy. “Well, since we are on a first-name basis, I’m going to assume that you know who I am, and why I am here?”

I pull the hoodie of my jersey lower, concealing my face as much as possible, as I patiently wait in the lobby for the signal to make my move.Twisting the straps of my backpack in my hands, I nibble on my lower lip, trying not to draw attention to myself. My phone dings,UNKNOWN: Room 332. Your time starts now. I jump out of my seat and head down the corridor to the children's clinic, and I press my body flush against the wall as Don Valentinos’ men rush towards the exit. “Mrs. DeLuca said there was an intruder in the Villa. We must inform Don Valentino straight away.” A lanky, dark-headed man mutters as they run past me.I slip through the door to room 332, removing my cap, and I turn around to see Savannah sitting in the dentist's chair with dark glasses on her small face. I reach her side. “Savannah, honey,” I whisper. Slowly, she sits up, removing the glasses that conceal her eyes, and she stares at me quizzically.“Do you remember me?” I ask her in a soft voice.She nods he

The sound of numerous machines beeping finds me through a sea of darkness. Pulling me out of a never-ending vortex I’ve been stuck in for days. I have gone from one hell hole to another, and yet, here I am, still alive and breathing. I am a survivor. It appears that the devil himself is not ready for me either. My nostrils begin to sting with the potent smell of antiseptic with undertones of artificial fragrances like soap and… cleaning products. Groaning, I lift my hand to wipe the tip of my nose that burns from breathing and I feel something sharp stabbing my arm, restricting my movements. What the…oh, fuck… my head. Why is it pounding, and why are my ears fucking ringing? “Miss Bishop, can you please open your eyes?” An unfamiliar voice reaches me through the darkness that continues to cling to me. Clenching my jaw, I sigh and slowly begin to peel back my eyelash curtains to unveil my throbbing eyes. Squinting, I try to open them wider, fighting against the bright white lig

As I trail behind Riccardo, my eyes greedily absorb every opulent detail of the restaurant's grand entrance. The tantalizing scents of gourmet cuisine fill my nostrils, making my stomach rumble with hunger. I pivot my body gracefully to the side, observing the flurry of waitresses scurrying out of the kitchen with trays of delectable cuisine in their hands, their expressions revealing a hint of disarray.The walls reverberate with the sound of light chatter, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. The eatery is teeming with patrons, each exuding an air of affluence that leaves me pondering whether the establishment genuinely thrives, or if it serves as a front for illicit financial transactions.Heart racing, I follow Riccardo's lead as we make our way through the swinging door and down a dimly lit hallway. My mind races with questions as we come to a stop in front of a door at the end of the corridor.Is Don Valentino behind this door?My gut tells me it's something siniste

The sun is starting to set. I only know this because the cellar has slowly gotten darker, and colder, and the foot traffic upstairs in the restaurant has died down.As I wrap my arms around my legs, laying my head on top of my knee caps. I close my eyes. At least this time, I'm not restrained by chains or silenced by rags. But I am placed in a small corner of the room, behind bars.I’m curious to know how long I’ll be forced to stay here. I doubt it will be long, Don Valentino wouldn’t risk the public learning about my capture as my screams for help surface from the floorboards.Pretty soon, people will begin to wonder if I am on a suicide mission or if I have some sick fetish for being captured by the cruellest man, I know to walk the face of the planet.This isn’t some scene from a novel where I hate to love my enemy takes over.I'll be a stain in Don Valentinos’ chaotic life. Smearing my existence across his soul and crushing his dignity, just as Rose did. I'm a lioness.A strong