"So much for wanting Marco to shiver at my sight today," I mutter, dusting off my jeans and T-shirt before sliding open the balcony door. It feels liberating to be free once again, and I owe Alberto for that.If I had the chance to live in this house, I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment. Despite being the smallest among my father’s properties, I just love how it’s a green home masterpiece nestled among towering trees, with every detail carefully crafted to blend with nature’s beauty.As you approach, the exterior of the medium-sized house is a stunning fusion of sleek architecture and organic elements. The living walls are adorned with cascading greenery, while the green roof is decorated with native plants, seamlessly incorporating the structure into its surroundings.My best part of the house is the master suite, a luxurious retreat, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the surrounding greenery. A spa-inspired ensuite bathroom features a freestanding soaking tub tu

This week has been nothing short of busy. Trying to work hand in hand for us to get our new line up and running. I've not had time for practically anything and I've had the least sleep in all my life this week. Thank goodness, mother and James have been supporting me emotionally. "Alright everyone, let's get started," I begin, addressing the team gathered in the office conference room. "As you all know, the launch of our new perfume line is just around the corner, and we need to ensure that every detail is perfect before tomorrow afternoon."I turn to the perfumer, "How are the final adjustments to the fragrance coming along?"The perfumer nods, a sense of pride evident in their demeanor. "We've settled on a captivating blend of jasmine, rose, and bergamot, creating a delicate yet enchanting scent that embodies the essence of our brand.""Excellent," I respond with a smile. "That sounds exactly like what we were aiming for. Let's make sure the production team has everything they ne

My heart sinks as I scan the bold title: "Is James the New Man in Valentina's Life?" Frustration and anxiety knot in my gut as I fling the article onto my desk. The glossy pages sprawl before me, each image like a jab at my inner turmoil.In the first photo, Valentina and James glide down the red carpet, their smiles dazzling under the camera flashes. Valentina, in her jaw dropping army green dress, leans into James. James, confident in his tailored suit, gazes at her with a steady adoration.In another picture, they're dancing at the launch, lost in each other's embrace. Like a scene straight out of a fairytale, and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight.As I stew in frustration over the article, my thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my office door. Without looking up, I bark, "What is it?"My assistant timidly enters, holding out a stack of papers. "Sir, I have those reports you requested."I snatch the papers from her hand, my irritation boiling over. "I don't h

As the scorching sun beats down upon us, I arrive at the gate to find a scene of chaos unfolding before me. The entire security team is lined up, their expressions tense and anxious, while Nonna paces back and forth, her agitation palpable."What's going on?" I demand once the gardener approaches.His expression is stern as he responds. "Madame Rosemarie is furious," he explains. "She's fired all of us because none of us knew where you were."My eyes widen in disbelief. "You can't be serious. I've only been gone for a few hours. It's barely 4 pm," I protest, struggling to comprehend the severity of the situation.Alberto emerges from the house, his expression grave as he surveys the scene before him. "What is the meaning of this?" he demands, his voice commanding authority. “You had us all worried.”Nonna turns to face him, her frustration evident in every line of her body. "Alberto, this is unacceptable," she declares, her tone sharp with disapproval. "How can we trust these security

"Some wine for the pretty boy?" I inquire."Are you drunk Valentina?" Marco responds, his tone tinged with concern."Drunk? I am as bright as day. Why?""I can't help but realize that you seem pretty happier and all bubbly every time we meet up since after that night," he observes, a faint smile playing on his lips."Really?""Yes.""Maybe your charms are finally working."I tease, twirling to face him and batting my lashes.His lips twitch as if he's about to say something, but he hesitates and then falls silent."What is it?" I press."Are you trying to tell me something?" he finally asks, his voice soft with uncertainty."Like?"He scratches his head, his movements hesitant as he struggles to find the right words. Massaging his neck with one hand, he taps nervously on the table with the other."I've never known Marco Lorenzo to be at a loss for words. I see a different side of you every day, and I like it," I say, trying to ease the tension."I'm not short of words Valentina, I don'