Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Little Angel : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

CALISTA'S P. O. VI had tried to run away once.I was fifteen, Young, and scared for my life. I can still remember the night clearly in my mind. My tutor had finished my lessons that day since I was being homeschooled. My father was having a meeting with Mr Orsini— Matteo's now-deceased father. I usually stayed in my room whenever my father was around. I knew he tolerated me because I was his only child - his heir. Mr Orsini was another reason why I chose to lock myself up in my room that evening. He was a bald, creepy man with an unsettling presence. The way he looked at me always made my skin crawl; I never felt comfortable around him. On the rare occasions when we crossed paths, like at parties and formal events, I would always find him watching me with lewd eyes.He had been watching me for a long time before I turned fifteen, and if my father ever noticed his friend always staring at his daughter like he was undressing her in his mind, Anito Vitale never said anything about it.

ROMAN'S P. O. VThe necklace burned a hole through my pocket, just like Nonna's accusing stare was burning a hold in the side of my face.“You must have done something that hurt her for Calista to run away like that” she judged, waiting for me to confess whatever it was I did.I drowned out her voice as I kept searching all the security footage from ten minutes ago. After Alberto had managed to give a word of appreciation on my behalf to the guests, He announced that the dinner party would have to come to an end as there was a ‘situation’ going on.I didn't give a flying fuck about the party, whether it was held or not, or if my guests murmured and wondered what the ‘situation’ could be.All I cared about was bringing Callie back, and I would do it.“Boss. We scouted the entire building.” Riccardo said, slightly out of breath as he entered the security room. My teeth gnashed together, a growl slipping out from me.Nonna quieted, and Riccardo took a step back. If my hands weren't occup

CALISTA'S P. O. VSomehow, we managed to lose Roman.I didn’t know if I should feel relieved or terrified.Because if there was one thing I’d already gathered in the few minutes with this stranger on a leather jacket and denim pants, it was that he too was just as dangerous, maybe not as nearly as Roman, but dangerous still.And now I couldn't help but wonder — who exactly was Aunt Lena? And what kind of people did she surround herself with?Did I make a mistake coming to them? No. Aunt Lena was family; she wouldn't do something that would hurt me, right? “We’re almost at my car,” The man muttered, his voice low and even and quiet. We turned into a dark alley. A shiver ran down my spine as the darkness swelled us. This was the kind of place no sane woman should follow a stranger into. Yet here I was in the early hours of the morning, limping silently as he led me to God knows where I dragged in a breath and asked the question that had been troubling my mind. “You said you’ve been w

LILIAN'S P. O. VThe door clicked shut behind Roman, the sound echoing loudly until it faded slowly away.Alberto didn’t move at first when he shut the door. He turned the locks slowly, maybe just to be sure Mr. Cappellucci wouldn’t storm back in — not that he’d find anything worth barging in for. I could be standing here in nothing but my skin, and Alberto still wouldn’t touch me.But that wasn’t what mattered right now.Calista was gone. Disappeared, just like that.I wrapped my arms around myself and looked at Alberto with tears in my eyes.Alberto stood with his back against the door, his head tipped back slightly, his breathing uneven, like he was holding back a hundred unspoken words and he needed a moment to breathe.So did I.But it wasn’t because of my initial fear of Mr Cappellucci's threat, not even from the harsh warning he had almost given me, but It was the way Alberto had stepped in between us. Shielding me from the Boss, like I was more than an just ordinary blonde fol

CALISTA'S P. O. V“Tell me everything.”I whispered, staring at the green tea that had gone cold. I knew there was more, more she was holding back. Aunt Lena sighed, she took my hand in hers “Calista, it's been a long day for you. Get some rest, we have all the time to talk.” I nodded absentmindedly, my mind still reeling; I flickered a glance at where our hands were connected, then back at the tea. “I want to hear it now.”She heaved a resigned breath out. “If you insist, but first let me get you some hot tea, you'll need it.”Aunt Lena stood up and took the porcelain cups in her hand, she walked into her kitchen with it. I sat there, unmoving and sunken. My hollow eyes traced the pattern of the carpeted floor. I tried to move my limbs, but I couldn't feel my legs, my arms, or even my head. But inside me, I was screaming, pulling my hair out, and laughing like a deranged patient in an asylum.I was never supposed to happen. I was the reason why my mother was tied to my heartless