Alessandra Gucci Novels & Stories

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

The shopping bags rustle at my feet as I settle into the plush leather seat of Alessandra’s sleek black Mercedes. My feet are still aching from all the walking we’ve done over the past few hours—store after store, rack after rack of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. It’s a world I’m still not entirely used to, a level of luxury that feels straight out of a movie. Alessandra slides into the driver’s seat, a satisfied smile on her face as she tosses her own collection of shopping bags into the back. “I think we did some serious damage today,” she says with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The outfit was designed by the famous Milan designer, Alejandro Gustavo and was worth a fortune. Alessia Rosini looked like a prize and she was. ……….. “You look beautiful, she snapped her neck towards the direction of the voice. It was the woman who came in with Angelo Morano. The woman walked into the room, swaying her hips as she approached the vanity where Alessia was seated. “Am sorry for bothering though, just thought that we girls could have a chat” The woman sat cross-legged, and moved with ease and familiarity like the hostess of the house.

Alessandra was a striking, almost intimidating beauty. Her face is delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that contrasted her soft, full lips. Her eyes were deep and dark, slightly hooded, giving her a constant look of quiet calculation. Long lashes shadowed her gaze, while her brows are naturally defined, adding to her commanding presence. Her skin was smooth, glowing faintly like polished bronze. And her scent, Jasmine was sweet without being overwhelming.

I think that was the couple's plan to have a child right away. I shook my head. I was not ready for what might happen. I might die from that. I'm sure I don't have a fight by chance. "Have you seen madam yet?" she whispered again. I turned my head to her, "Who's Madam?" "Alessandra's mother! " She nods her head to the aged woman inside. She stands in side-view, with her flashy fancy dress. Like some visitors, her body is almost covered with pure gold. Starts with her very sophisticated earrings and necklace. Also, don't give up on carrying this famous branded bag.

Muffled laughter as Elias went into his own office and shut the door. She paid the taxi cab driver and stepped out of the car, holding her brown leather briefcase in one hand, and her white Gucci purse in the other. Wearing a coral blouse that flattered her complexion and tasteful heels that matched her tan pencil skirt, Alessandra looked up at the elegantly modern two-story building to the sign that read: D.D.D.E. Inc. Armed with her usual classic style, she felt comfortable she wouldn’t appear too intimidating to whatever male ego might be holding her future big paycheck inside. She was subtle and not overtly sexy despite her curves–always a winning combo for a first-meet. “Here goes nothi

I was currently in the dress R had given me, I had to admit she had taste. I was looking around for Alessandro, but I only found Alessia, who was downing a shot of tequila. "Hey, have you seen Alessandro?" Alessia nodded. "Yeah, he's over there talking to your parents." I looked at where she was pointing, sighing. "I feel sorry for him." "I-" Alessia was interrupted by a woman who had the most beautiful skin it favoured the colour of dark chocolate, she had black hair and was in a red dress.

She knows that if this man says here that he wants the best, then he will not tolerate anything less. Alessandra was the first to stare at that room. Here, the cost of casual wear was also more than a dollar and Hades wanted her to like at least more than a hundred clothes for her daily use. With that, he was not going to miss her night dresses, undergarments and fancy clothes.

Alessandro’s pov: “We’re at the brand launch event of Amber Bianchi, a well-established businesswoman, three-time Best Artist Award winner, successful art gallery owner with ten branches across the globe, and the wife of Alessandro Bianchi. The name, one that everyone has anticipated eagerly…It is Guns and Brushes.” I smile to myself as I turn off the TV. Not only because of how proud I am to be called her husband but also because of the brand name. Damn, this woman can stay far away from me and still make my heart flutter like never before.

Her dark hair is pulled back, and her eyes -- when Alessandra gets close enough to see them -- are the color of storm clouds. "Alessandra Marino," she says, and she smiles. Not a warm smile. The smile of someone who knows exactly how dangerous she is and stopped apologizing for it long ago. "I've been waiting for you to get closer to the truth. Seven years of watching you move in the wrong direction." "You know my name," Alessandra says, keeping her hands visible, her body relaxed even as every instinct screams at her to draw. "I don't know yours." "My name is Giuliana Torelli."