Todos os capítulos de The Veil of Vengeance: Love, Betrayal and Redemption : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I struggle with the mystery of Marco's betrayal, locked up in this room with little or no food, wondering what misstep of mine caused him to serve me with divorce papers.Maybe, without these traits, he could’ve seen the depth of my love. As I look at my reflection, damaged, I grab the scissors from my vanity. I've given my everything to this man, loved him unconditionally, endured the scorn from his family, and yet, I'm repaid with this?"Cristos!" exclaims Mother, bewildered, as she walks in on me cutting my hair.I pay no heed to her, my focus locked on cutting my hair. She forcibly takes the scissors, gathering the strands on the floor, as if she could somehow fix the damage already done."Mia bambina, what have you done?" she asks, tears streaming down her face."My red hair, blue eyes, pointed nose, and this so-called hourglass shape – these are the reasons Marco noticed me in the first place. He mentioned all that to me the first time we met at an art exhibition," I say, tears

As the sun blazed down relentlessly, everything shimmered in a golden haze, kissed by its unrelenting heat. While driving down Santo Spirito's streets, the negative stories told about these walls resurface in my mind, but my determination triumphs over any lingering apprehension. With precision, I scan the lively and diverse atmosphere, informed by a little birdie that Valentina often takes this route around this time.'Remind me why we're in Florence, especially in Santo Spirito of all places?'" Giovanni whines.I look at him frustrated.“Don’t answer that. How are we going to find her if we keep roaming around in circles?” he inquires.“Quit the questions, Giovanni! I'm trying to concentrate.”“I'm out here simply because you are a friend. If I get killed in the quest to find a woman you claim not to love, let it be known that I laid my life for a brother!”“No one is dying.”“I hope so.”Stressed out, I sigh, "She must be around here somewhere."“You haven’t told me why you are lo

“Buonasera! Welcome to Trattoria Sofia del Gusto. What can I tempt your taste buds with tonight?” I greet, adjusting my apron. Surprise washes over me as I come face to face with Chiara, who appears unruffled by our unexpected encounter.“I’ll savour the Bruschetta al Pomodoro, indulge in Risotto ai Frutti di Mare, the Saltimbocca alla Romana, and finish on a sweet note with Tiramisu,” Chiara orders, her tone formal, emotions tucked away.“Chiara,” I acknowledge, my greeting filled with unspoken explanations.“Anything to drink?”“I’d love a glass of Pinot Grigio,” she requests, unperturbed."Chiara, please let me explain.""Isn't it too late for unnecessary pleasantries and explanations? Last I checked, we aren't friends anymore.""I'm deeply sorry. You know that was beyond my control."“Please pack up my order. I won't be eating in here anymore.""Okay," I respond as I sigh, not knowing how to go about it.She drops her payment, puts in her earpiece, and takes a seat.Chiara and I s

"What is this I hear from Isabella that you haven't been sleeping at home for three days now, and yet you are still within the four walls of Tuscany,” Father declares, storming into my office with visibly bulging veins on his head.“Good morning Mr Lorenzo.” Heather greets. “Heather, please leave us,” I announce dismissing my personal assistant.He fixes a stern gaze on me, demanding an answer despite Heather's presence in the room."Good morning, Father.""Marco, there's nothing good about the morning. Are you attempting to put us in Alessandro's disfavor, knowing full well that Isabella is practically the air he breathes?""No, Father. It's just that she has moved her things into the house and now lives there, and we aren't even married yet.""And so? This is merely a weak excuse! The woman in question will soon be your wife. If not for your recent divorce, you both would have been married like yesterday.""Father, I'm not in love with Isabella.""Love?" he chuckles, the sound reso

"I never thought the old man was serious. It's been a whole week, and your accounts are still frozen. What are you going to do?" Giovanni asks. "I just want to go home and have all these shenanigans come to an end. I'm exhausted especially with you having to cover my bills, and I sincerely appreciate you getting back the painting.""No worries here. Feel free to stay as long as necessary. I'm more than willing to lend you some funds to kickstart your own business and put aside those people, preventing them from causing more damage to your life. And as for the art, it's the least I can offer.""I can't bear the thought of starting from scratch. It's just too much. And the people you talk about with such disdain are my parents.""Then let them act like parents. Even adopted children aren't treated as poorly, let alone in this heart-wrenching way."I stay quiet, debating whether to disclose my connection to the Lorenzos."Wait, you aren't adopted, right?" Giovanni inquires, attempting t