Baldacci Novels & Stories

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

he cussed “She knows what is good and she is following it, my path and my theory is what is good” “What if I decide to not work with you anymore? Maybe you’re right; I am indeed foolish for choosing family over work. I was dumb before for choosing you and your theories over my family and it ended in great loss for me b…..” Bernard cut him off “Loss? You mean Danica’s death? That wasn’t as a result of you choosing to leave your family; she was just collateral damage and i…..” Bernard suddenly paused and leaned back into the couch, what did he mean by collateral damage?

I've been unable to say anything throughout the last twenty minutes that they have been talking. "So you're trying to say... that you... the most innocent cheerful girl in New York met... Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The arrogant Alessandro Vito Lombardi. The billionaire Alessandro - " Lucas stated after repeating what I had just said what seemed like an infinite number of times. He's somehow still going on. "Yes, that Alessandro Vito Lombardi." Abbey said frustratedly through the phone, from hearing Lucas go on and on.

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

The ballroom was full of eyes — some friendly, some curious, most hungry. Allies: Senator Aldo Vescari — silver-haired, red-cheeked, his mistress on his arm, a man who owed his seat to Romano money and wasn’t ashamed of it. He toasted loudly, laughed louder, and whispered the names of men Dante had bought. Marco Bellanti — younger don, desperate to prove himself, his admiration for Dante obvious, his gaze lingering too long on Valentina, envy cutting through the awe.

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

Her tone remained respectful, but the subtle sarcasm hidden beneath it did not escape him. “Apparently we’re here to evaluate how much research I’ve done on you instead.” She shifted slightly in her seat. Despite the tension in the room, her posture remained poised. Elegant. Confident. Vincenzo observed her carefully. Still, nothing about her had impressed him enough to alter his decision. “You are Vincenzo Accardi,” she began calmly. “The son of Mr. and Mrs. Accardi.” “A businessman based in Frankfurt.” “You have one brother—Lorenzo Accardi.”

Once he was gone, I turned to her again. “Amara… do you know any such place? Anything that comes to mind. You worked with Nico with Alessandro. You knew them both better than anyone. Could there be something we’ve missed?” Amara studied me for a long moment, then took my phone when I held it out and scrolled through the Caelian sent me of all the possible hideouts the Baldocchi have. Her brow furrowed as she read, her silence stretching long enough for my heart to start hammering. Finally, she set the phone down and looked up, regret softening her eyes.

"You’re bluffing, Mr. König. Natty found the master file. My father’s private ledger was exhaustive." ​"Your father’s ledger was a diary of a man losing his grip," Maximilian countered, his accent slicing through the room like a scalpel. He leaned over my desk, his silver hair catching the dull light of the Chicago sky. "Richard Smith kept track of what he spent. My compliance team keeps track of where it landed. The offshore account that funded your 'escape' in 2023? It wasn't in your father's name, Sara. It was a shell company registered to a boutique firm in Zurich. A firm owned by Arthur Sterling’s wife."